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Fic: In The Shadows -- Damaged story 4 Elijah/Orli N17 1/5
This is the fourth in the Damaged fic series. As normal it's taken me ages to finish but I got there in the end.
Title: In The Shadows - Damaged story 4
Chapter: One
Author: Arabia
Pairing: Elijah/Orli
Rating N17
Disclaimer: Total fiction
Feedback: Is always very much appreciated.
This is NOT a WIP - it is all finished and will be posted about once a week in fairly large chapters.
The first story can be found here…
Damaged
The second story here…
New Rules
The third here…
Our Place In The World
Thank yous go to my darling![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
longshanks05 for the amazing beta and to annwyn55 for making the beautiful icon that goes with the fic.
WARNING: This may NOT be what you are expecting, what you want or even what you like but this is what happened next. Not much sex (apart from chapter one) but loads of angst. It made me cry when I wrote it, how daft is that?
Notes: This takes place about three years after the end of story three. Three happy, pretty uneventful years in which family relations have settled down and Elijah has finished his degree, trained to become an early years school teacher and has almost finished his first year in the classroom.
I am hoping the bits in italics are self-explanatory
This story is for Pum. She knows why and it is perfect.
Damaged 4
Chapter One
Bloody promotion.
All right, Orli thought to himself, so the promotion was what he wanted and he was enjoying it, but there was never any time to think at work now. Talk about busy. And the man from the publishers had called him sir. Sir; him? Wow, that was scary, he wasn't sure he was ready to be a sir. He wasn't sure he was old enough.
What he was ready for was rubbing his face in Elijah's pubic hair, pinning Elijah's hips down and sucking Elijah's cock till it blew Elijah's brains. Think Elijah would go for that idea? It depended on what sort of day Elijah had suffered. If the little darlings at school had been playing up, Elijah was quite likely to be knackered and already asleep on the sofa. Who wanted to be a reception teacher anyway? Four and five year old snotty little brats? He must be mad.
But Elijah loved it and it suited him perfectly. Plus he was really good at it, which was pretty amazing but only to be expected. His Elijah was good at everything.
Bit of luck the little ankle biters would have been on their best behaviour today and then Orli could roll Elijah up in a ball and fuck him till both their heads exploded. Or maybe Elijah could fuck him? Or maybe he could tie Elijah to the kitchen table - they hadn't done the kitchen table for way too long - cover him in melted chocolate and then lick it off really, really slowly.
"Shit," Orli hissed under his breath. It was his stop and he had a hard on the size of an elephant's. He slipped out of his seat, went down the stairs and hopped off the bus all with his jacket held carefully in front of his very visible cock.
Knowing his luck Elijah would have parents evening tonight or work to prepare.
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Orli slammed the front door shut, dropped his stuff, dumped his keys on top and went looking for Elijah. There was no noise in the flat but Elijah's car was outside which meant the man himself was probably asleep on the sofa.
No, the living room was empty.
"'Lijah," Orli called, going back out to the hall and sticking his head into the kitchen. Empty. Fuck, Elijah would be on the computer in the spare room they used as an office now. Orli would have to prise him off with a crow bar. He headed for the closed door. Could he suck Elijah off while he worked at that bloody machine? Orli quite liked the idea, Elijah naked from the waist down, legs spread wide, hands flying across the keyboard as he stared at the screen. Orli crouched almost under the desk, between those legs, mouth stretched over Elijah's hard, dark cock.
He felt himself get an impossible bit harder. Oh yes, Elijah mate you had no idea what was coming your way. Orli would blow him and fuck him in the new swivel computer chair.
The room was empty.
"'Lijah?" Orli called again.
"In here," came a muffled reply from the bedroom.
Orli's heart sank, if not his cock. Elijah had been sniffing and sneezing this morning, they'd both put it down to hayfever but if he'd taken to bed with a cold… You couldn't really blow someone if they were ill, could you? He pushed the door open, sympathetic smile plastered in place.
The smile slowly drained from Orli's face to be replaced by an altogether stronger emotion.
Elijah had thrown the duvet off the bed and was sitting up naked, his back against the headboard, legs spread wide, feet planted on the mattress, his hand pulling at… oh dear sweet, sweet Jesus… his hand pulling at his thick, engorged *leaking* cock. Orli was caught in the spell.
"Hello big boy, you up for some summer loving?" Elijah parodied, the words oozing from red, wet lips.
"Oh you stupid tit," Orli snorted a laugh. "But hell yeah, you're on," he launched himself across the room, landing with his face in Elijah's groin. Unintended but, fucking amazingly lucky accident.
Orli wriggled his nose deeper into the coarse pubic hair and… inhaled. Oh shit, he loved that smell, pure bloody Elijah and the sweetheart hadn't washed. Elijah knew how much Orli loved him just how nature intended after a long day at work. And if it was a hot sweaty day? Orli practically salivated at the prospect. Elijah knew: he should do, Orli had told him enough times. Musk had nothing on a decent full body sweat. Orli groaned in appreciation. "Bring it on."
"I would if you'd get you nose out of my groin," Elijah laughed. "Get up here and give me a snog."
Orli pushed his nose in for one more rub, sniffed, licked quickly round the base of Elijah's cock then hitched himself up till his face was millimetres from Elijah's. "Hello gorgeous, come here often?"
"I will come right here, once we've had a decent snog 'cos then you're gonna get back down there and do that thing with your tongue," Elijah licked over Orli's lips, tracing the shape, before nipping at the bottom one with his teeth.
"You want a snog then a blow job?" Orli asked, kisses snapping into Elijah's mouth. Elijah nodded enthusiastically. "Demanding little bastard, aren't you?"
"Oh yes, but I have my compensations," Elijah licked around his own lips, then suckered them onto Orli's pushing his tongue deliberately deep, his hands pulling at the buttons at Orli's already open collar. "Because once you've blown me I'm gonna suck you so hard you'll be begging me for your brains back."
"Confident bastard as well," Orli rubbed his fabric-covered cock up and over Elijah's naked one. They both groaned. Orli's was louder but Elijah did a shiver dance at the same time.
"Yep," Elijah could feel the heat burning on his cheeks and throat. "But I've got every right to be," he gave up on the shirt button and started on Orli's trousers instead. "I'm gonna make you plead and beg and… would you take your fucking clothes off!" He pushed Orli away. "How's a man meant to get down and dirty when you've still got your wool worsted suit trousers on?"
"You never gave me a chance," Orli rationalised as he squirmed backwards, already working on his waistband. "I come in here and you're all naked and you haven't washed and…" he stopped for a moment, concentrating as he pulled his trousers down. Elijah was already working on Orli's shoes and socks.
"The things I do for you," Elijah said. "Do you know how much I wanted a shower? We don't have air conditioning at school, not like some lucky office-working bastards." The shoes, socks, trousers and boxers all hit the floor in a tangled mess. Two sets of hands started on the rest of Orli's shirt buttons.
"Sod the bloody thing," Orli brushed Elijah's hands away and pulled at the shirt so the last three buttons popped. "I got promoted, I can buy a new one."
"Not till I've sucked you, you can't," Elijah said leaping on Orli and putting his tongue very firmly back in Orli's mouth.
Orli revelled in it for a few minutes and then wrenched himself away. "But I get to suck you first, you promised," Orli grabbed at Elijah's shoulders and pinned him back on the bed. He looked down. Elijah was half laughing, half smiling, half lusting - too many halves, but who cared? The love and laughter danced in Elijah's eyes. Orli smiled back, he could feel the giggle bubbling in his belly.
"I'd offer you a sixty-nine but I know you can't do two things at once and I always keep my promises," Elijah said. "I'm a man of honour."
"Of honour?" Orli questioned, ignoring the probably deserved slur, and Elijah nodded solemnly -- as solemnly as you could when you were fighting back a giggle. "Right then, open your legs. Wide."
Elijah swallowed, as Orli knew he would; Orli watched his Adam's apple bob and gulped in expectation. Elijah pulled his knees back, up and out till they were almost folded back against his sides and Orli thanked the God of flexibility. How did anyone get to be this lucky?
He kissed Elijah's lips lightly, smiling again as they rubbed noses, and then ducked down fast to bite at a nipple.
"Ouch, you fucker," Elijah tried to complain but right at that moment, Orli swallowed his cock down to the root. Elijah felt like he shot up a foot off the bed only to come crashing down again, tethered by the pleasure shooting in his cock. "Oh," he pleaded, not knowing what he was pleading for. More? Quicker? Harder? Faster? Who cared?
Orli pushed at Elijah's knees and Elijah got the message, hooking his legs up, trapping Orli just the way he liked. Orli burrowed down, his mouth full to bursting till he pulled up infinitely slowly as his hands went round to pull Elijah's cheeks apart and a finger rested oh so gently against his hole.
Elijah shivered; his eyes glazing over then fluttering shut as the shiver ran down then back up his body to settle in his chest. He hitched a breath, then another and tried hard to control himself. He shouldn't be so desperate, so needy, not now, not after so many years together.
Oh yes he could.
Orli swallowed him to the hilt again and Elijah gave up, groaning long and loud up at the ceiling. He reached up above his head and grabbed onto the wooden struts of the headboard, pulling his knees even further open at the same time. If anyone could see him now… so shameless and exposed, his desperation on show to the world. He loved the idea of how he looked, so damned fuckable: sex on a bed. It was a wonderful thing, letting himself go like this, revelling in his own sexuality, his own love of good fuck. Only for Orli.
"Come on Batman," he huffed. "Do it again, only more."
"If you don't shut up I'll make you beg properly and stop calling me Batman, you tosser," Orli pulled off, wetting his lips again so that the slide back down was even sweeter. Elijah gloried in pushing his hips up as his back arched and fingers tightened on the headboard. He loved this, he just loved it.
"Is that a threat or a promise Batman?" The red hot heat gathered in the small of his back, itching for release, and he opened his legs wider and wider. He just loved this, loved it. Orli caught the inside of Elijah's thighs, pinned them down, and sucked.
Elijah could hardly catch a breath as all the muscles in his chest joined those in his arse and groin by spasming wildly. He arched his back again, leaving it there as Orli sucked again, giving him no time in between. No time to catch his breath, no time to think about it, no time to keep control. He squeezed his eyes shut then opened them again, pulling on the headboard as he came long and hard, just like his groan of pleasure.
"Oh man," Elijah moaned again, then slumped back, all his muscles pulsing before they relaxed. He left his hands up over his head and his knees out as Orli rubbed his face once more into Elijah's groin. "Hey, that tickles," he laughed.
Orli looked up, his eyes sparkling, and dropped another kiss on the over sensitive tip of Elijah's cock before wiggling his way up to poke at Elijah's belly button with his tongue. Then he was on the move again, crawling up Elijah's body as he licked a wet trail to his chin. "Hello," Orli smiled.
"Hello you as well," Elijah smiled back, although his was more self-satisfied, almost smug.
"What are we gonna do now?" Orli rolled to the side and licked over Elijah's lips.
"Well," Elijah tilted his head, catching his bottom lip between his teeth as he considered. "There are many, many things we could do," he ran a teasing finger tip down Orli's arm and over his hip. "I could bend you over the edge of the bed and fuck you till you screamed." Orli's eyes glazed slightly at the thought. "Or I could lick you all over very slowly till you were begging me to let you come," Orli salivated at the thought. "Or I could go and get a couple of beers; I'm parched," Elijah nipped out of bed and was at the door before Orli had even realised what was happening. "You want a biscuit as well?"
"Oi," Orli yelled after him. "I'm dying here," he waved a hand at his very hard cock.
"Won't be long," Elijah called from the kitchen.
Orli flopped back on the bed, his groan one of frustration. He stroked slowly at his cock, Christ it was hard, but then that was half the fun. He licked just under his top lip, he could still taste Elijah's come, all salty and dark. He loved that taste. Even better than the smell of Elijah's cock? Now that was a difficult question, he gave it some serious thought as his hand pulled just a little harder.
Taste or smell? Nah, he couldn't do it, he decided as he heaved himself up, he couldn't make that decision, they were both too good to be true. Different senses, both bloody wonderful. He followed Elijah out to the kitchen, stiff cock bobbing against his belly.
"Here," Elijah handed him a cold bottle and two chocolate digestives. Orli took them, eating a biscuit first, as he studied the curve of Elijah's arse. Sight was pretty good too. He still couldn't quite get his head round all that amazing pale flesh, and the sheer bloody roundness of Elijah's arse was pretty spectacular as well. Nearly as good as the roundness of his belly, oh yes Orli thought as his cock twitched in sympathy, sight was a damned fine sense.
"Stop gawping, you'll go blind," Elijah said without turning round.
"What am I meant to do, seeing the state you've left me in?"
"I've left you in?" Elijah rotated slowly, a sly grin on his face.
"Yeah, you left me," Orli waved his beer bottle in the direction of his groin.
"Well I guess I'll just have to do something about that then," Elijah moved forward, licking at the top of his bottle suggestively before taking a long swig and dropping to his knees in one graceful motion.
He crawled across the rest of the gap and licked around Orli's thigh down by his knee. Orli couldn't help but skate backwards, trying to find something to lean against. Elijah frowned and crawled forward again. "Stand still, don't make me come and get you," his voice was a low growl, dark and authoritative. Orli thought he might just come were he stood.
Hearing was a pretty powerful sense as well.
Orli planted his feet firmly apart and rested back against the kitchen counter. When Elijah grinned in a smug, oh so confident way, Orli dumped his bottle on the side and grabbed onto the edge with both hands.
"Nice," Elijah looked up appreciatively. "I like the way you're offering yourself to me, although if your cock gets any harder I reckon you'll explode."
"Do something about it then," Orli growled.
"Me?" Elijah looked up again, batting impossibly long lashes over fake innocent eyes. "What can poor little old me do with a monster like that?"
"Oh I'm sure you'll think of something," Orli laughed.
"Well," Elijah considered. "I could always try this." He suddenly swooped forward, catching Orli's cock with his lips and sucking it right down as his hand squeezed mercilessly at Orli's balls.
"Oh shit," Orli couldn't help the near shout as he gripped so tight his knuckles turned white and he fought to stop his knees from buckling. He pressed his eyes closed for a moment and sucked in a couple of breaths, then opened them and risked a look down at Elijah.
It was a pretty astounding sight. Below the mop of dark hair he could see that Elijah's eyes were closed as he concentrated, thick lashes resting on cheeks that hollowed and filled although Elijah didn't pull up or away. Elijah didn't move his head just sucked and stopped, sucked and stopped, as his lips tightened and relaxed in time.
The fucker: it was agonisingly wonderful. Like mental and physical torture rolled into one with a filling of pure pleasure. "Oh shit, that's good," Orli groaned. "So bloody hot."
"Too hot?" Elijah pulled off, a trail of saliva dribbling down his chin. "Maybe I should cool you down a bit then." He reached behind him for his bottle of beer before Orli could register what was happening.
Elijah swallowed a long swig, his Adam's apple bobbing, and then took another, holding the alcohol in his mouth with pursed lips. He stood the bottle back on the floor and held Orli's cock out ready. He leaned over and, smiling malevolently, dribbled the cold liquid along the length of Orli's cock. The shock made Orli catch his breath and shudder, the ripple rolling up his body and tightening his stomach muscles as he clenched his teeth. Elijah licked along Orli's cock, his tongue taking broad swipes as he lapped around the base up to the tip before sucking on Orli's balls.
"You trying to kill me?" Orli asked as he deliberately tried to relax his jaw.
"Nah, not yet. Not before I do this," Elijah took another mouthful of beer, again holding it in his mouth. But this time, as his head moved forward, he slipped Orli's cock in with it. Orli couldn't help but gasp at the feel of the fridge-cold liquid on his hot skin, the bubbles floating over and into his slit, Elijah's teeth just holding him in place.
"Oh sweet shit," his hands went from the counter edge to Elijah's hair and then to curl his fingertips down and around Elijah's ears. Elijah smiled around his mouthful, and curled his tongue into the slit, pressing right on the edge of too hard.
"Shit, shit, shit," Orli chanted as his eyes squeezed shut and his fingers caught a little tighter. They pressed harder still when Elijah began to roll Orli's balls with the flat of his hand and slide slowly up his shaft. The cold and the bubbles and Elijah's amazing tongue compelled Orli to push his hips forward; forward into the glorious pressure of Elijah's mouth. He thrust a couple of times, meeting Elijah as he sucked and bobbed, and then that just wasn't enough. Orli's hands went up to the top of Elijah's head and he shoved down, pushing Elijah's face into his groin, thrusting his cock into Elijah's mouth.
This was it, this fucking exquisite pleasure that bordered on the insane, this throbbing need to push Elijah's face into him, to grind Elijah onto his cock. This could devour Orli whole, eating away at his soul till he was nothing but a cock in Elijah's mouth.
Grind Elijah's face into his groin. It could easily be Orli's obsession.
Elijah knew this of old and held his tongue back to protect his throat just as Orli knew he would. Orli pushed; Elijah protected them both. Perfect harmony and trust.
Elijah tightened his fingers on Orli's balls again, squeezing until Orli took a sharp breath and eased off just a little.
For a couple of minutes there was synchronisation, Orli's lifting hips matching the hollowing of Elijah's cheeks perfectly as the beer dribbled slowly from between his lips and the hard, veined flesh of Orli's cock. Then Elijah upped the pace, tightened his grip on Orli's balls, pressing his thumb into the space behind and sucking just that bit harder. Orli tried to catch his breath but quickly gave up, panting in a desperate attempt to take in enough air.
"Shit, shit, shit, shit," the litany went on, each word getting louder, more breathy and less recognisable. "Shit, shit, shit," Orli thighs began to tremble, his balls pulling up hard, his fingers tightening on Elijah as his head went back pulling the skin taut along the column of his neck. "Shit, shit," his hips had lost their rhythm, bucking and thrusting, as Elijah pressed hard to hold them in place. "Shit!" a last long, loud cry as his body shook and he came, flooding Elijah's mouth in stream after stream.
Elijah carried on sucking, milking every drop, chasing every last shudder, long after Orli had collapsed back onto the counter. He carried on till Orli could stand it no more and flapped ineffectually at Elijah's face as he tried to pull out. Elijah caught hold of Orli's thigh with a tight grip and gave a few more sucks at the softened flesh before rubbing up close as he could. Then he pulled off, letting Orli's cock slip from his wet, red lips, and looked up. "You are so fucking noisy," he laughed.
"Oh shut up," Orli groaned. "I can't help it."
"And I'm not complaining," Elijah pulled himself up with a hand on Orli's thigh. "It shows how much you're enjoying yourself. I'm just stating a fact. No wonder old Mrs Watling downstairs looks at us a bit odd."
"Old Mrs Watling is deaf," Orli said catching hold of Elijah and kissing him softly. "She looks at us oddly 'cos we've always got our hands in each others trousers. It's everyone else in the block that looks at us oddly because of the noise we make."
"We make?" Elijah nipped at Orli's lip. "Don't you mean the noise you make?"
"You don't do so bad," Orli licked a broad swipe across Elijah's jaw and into his mouth.
"I do not," Elijah kissed the corners of Orli's mouth, his hands going up to tangle in the thick hair as he rubbed his body closer, pushing Orli's leg in between his.
"You do when I stick my tongue up your arse," Orli pointed out before wrapping his arms around Elijah and pulling him in tighter. He played his fingers along Elijah's spine and then reached down to cup and lift each rounded cheek.
Elijah considered the idea, there wasn't really any point denying it, everyone in the flats probably knew, and if they didn't Rose would sure tell them. He'd never forget her face when she'd walked in on them, or Orli's for months after when he thought about it. He was pretty sure it had fulfilled one of Rose's fantasies but it was a good job he was beyond being embarrassed when it came to sex. "True," he conceded reluctantly. "But only then."
Orli continued to knead at firm flesh as he grinned in triumph. "Want something to eat?"
"Want to take care of this first," Elijah said, digging his once-more hard cock into Orli's stomach. "Actually I probably need to take care of this first, I wouldn't be able to concentrate on dinner otherwise."
"Horny little sod today, aren't you?"
"Oh yes," Elijah rubbed again, up and over Orli's hip bone, as he bit gently at a nipple. "And you're privileged to get the benefit of it."
"Over confident little fucker," Orli laughed and let his thumbs reach round and in and just push against… Elijah bit the other nipple, not so gently this time.
"And you are a very, very lucky bastard," Elijah kissed Orli again, hard and deep, and then began to turn him.
"Back to bed?"
"Nah, right here will do me just fine," Elijah said as he pushed Orli forward over the counter and rubbed his cock between ripe cheeks. "Where's the lube?"
"In the pot with the tea bags," Orli groaned as a finger was pushed just inside him and Elijah covered his neck with kisses.
"Who put it in there? It can't be hygienic." Elijah kept to one finger but moved it with deadly accuracy and knowledge. He screwed it in a little deeper and Orli couldn't help but bend further over, offering and opening himself.
"I did," Orli's voice caught for a second, a deep, dark, dirty sound. "When my parents came round. Trouble was my dad decided to make the tea."
Elijah chuckled low in his throat as he shuffled sideways, reaching for the lube without removing his finger. "I'd like to have been here to see his face when he found that."
"And I will be eternally grateful that you were still at work." Orli rested his face on the worktop, closed his eyes, and let the feelings flow. He loved this.
"Spoil sport," Elijah tipped the lid off the canister, searched around for the bottle of lube hidden under the teabags, pulled it out, flipped open the lid and squirted out a sizeable dollop all one handed and with the finger on his other hand still moving just so inside Orli. Pretty impressive he thought.
"Whatever," Orli had given up and was just… enjoying.
Two fingers and then three or just go for it? Elijah didn't have a lot of patience and Orli could take it. Elijah giggled, low and throaty, as he smeared the lube up his cock. Orli could take it? Orli loved it.
"What?" Orli asked.
"Just wondering how you want it, soft and girly or just shove it in there?" Elijah corkscrewed his finger again, knowing just where to hit, just how to torment and inflame. "Let me guess."
"Shove it in," Orli demanded, pushing back in encouragement.
"Like you'd say anything else," Elijah laughed again, slipping his finger out painstakingly slowly, dragging his knuckle and then the back of his nail across the ring of muscle. Orli mewed softly in appreciation.
Before the finger was all the way out Elijah had the tip of his cock positioned just right to push in. The muscle was just thinking about closing as the finger left when the cock was pushed in. Not hard, not yet, just a long slow relentless pressure that didn't stop until Orli was muttering under his breath, the muscles on his back twisting and straining, and Elijah was deep inside, their skin flush.
"Okay?" Elijah asked, running a hand smoothly up Orli's spine.
"Oh fuck yes," Orli groaned and the smile was clear in his voice. Elijah laughed and pulled back slowly.
"Ready?" Elijah glided back in, equally as slowly.
"You going to stand there teasing all night or you gonna fuck me properly?" Orli demanded.
"All right, you asked for it big boy," Elijah caught his bottom lip between his teeth, pulled up onto his toes and pushed home firm and fast.
"Shit," Orli's breath hissed out between clenched teeth.
"Take it like a man," Elijah tried to laugh, but he was way past humour. He slid his hands up Orli's back, then down again, and started a brisk rhythm, not too hard but nice and deep, the angle rubbing the vein on his cock over the ring of muscle.
That's better," Orli groaned, long and as loud as ever.
Elijah forgot about the noise and concentrated on getting in deep as could, making Orli groan lower and dirtier.
Orli's arms flailed across the worktop, packets of cereals and the jar of jam left out after breakfast, spewing onto the floor. "Harder 'Lijah, harder," Orli begged, his hands reaching out to brace himself against the toaster. "Do it so I can feel you smacking against the back of my teeth."
Elijah tried to oblige, his nailless fingers digging in deep on Orli's hip and back, his skin slapping against Orli's arse as the sweat began to break out across his forehead and throat. He grabbed for a better grip and thrust for all he was worth.
"Better," Orli wailed at the wall. "But harder."
"Quieten down," Elijah gasped snapping his hips. "You'll get us thrown out."
"Oh shit," Orli groaned louder than ever as he pushed back equally as hard onto Elijah, matching him thrust for thrust.
Elijah did the only thing he knew to shut Orli up, he reached under Orli's arms and pulled him upright, simultaneously kicking his feet further apart so their heights matched. Orli never could make as much noise when he had to think about balance as well.
"More, you bastard," Orli moaned. He was quieter, but not quiet enough. Elijah wrapped a hand round Orli's waist and grabbed his cock. If Orli could just about do balance and noise at the same time he certainly couldn't manage the added torment of Elijah squeezing his cock so tight he couldn't come.
"Please," Orli begged again but softly, almost a whimper. "That's not fair, I've gotta come."
Elijah fucked him slower but deeper, a rhythm all for himself. "And I need you to fuck me when I'm finished, so you'd better hang onto that." He squeezed right down at the root of Orli's cock, just so he'd know.
"Oh shit," Orli did whimper this time. Just the thought of what was still to come was enough to make him breathless and even more desperate. He settled his legs wider and concentrated on the feel of Elijah's cock in his arse, splitting him, filling him, fixing him in place. He hated the pull back when there was the momentary ridiculous panic that he'd never be filled again and he clamped the muscles in his arse down tight on Elijah's cock.
Elijah bucked, digging into Orli's flesh, his head snapping forward against Orli's back so he could bite at a shoulder blade. He thrust again, harder, more desperate and the tightness around his cock filled his senses till there was nothing else. Barely a brush of a pull back and he was pushing home again as the tidal wave hit; starting in his groin and flushing up his spine to smack him full force across all his senses. He shivered; one, two more mini thrusts and he was all done, his breath panting hot on Orli's back.
Orli rubbed his arse backwards milking the last of the sensation as he leaned over the counter to support Elijah on his back. But Elijah didn't want support. "Do it now, do it to me right now," Elijah demanded before he'd even pulled out. "I want you in my arse when I can still feel you on my cock."
"Bed this time?" Orli asked, still gasping. "My legs won't take standing up anymore and I'm not kneeling on this floor, no one has cleaned it for ages."
"All right, bed it is," Elijah said, already standing up and moving. "But hurry up, I need it now."
"Impatient sod," Orli said as Elijah grabbed his wrist and almost dragged him back to the bedroom. Not that he was reluctant or anything, oh no, no one would be that stupid.
"Come on," Elijah said. As soon as he got through the door he dived for the bed, kneeling on it, arse in the air, knees apart, and dropped his head onto his arms. "Hurry up."
"No foreplay?" Orli smiled, climbing on the bed behind him.
"You had foreplay in the kitchen."
"Not even a little kissey wissey?"
"Oh fuck off and get on with it," Elijah positively growled.
Orli chuckled to himself; God the view was good from here. "Where's the lube?"
"There's some in the side cupboard, a bottle on the chest of drawers, one under the pillow, another on the floor and I think there's still a load left in that bottle behind the door."
"Shit, anyone would think we were at it all the time," Orli laughed as he found an extra bottle caught up in the tangle of the duvet at the bottom of the bed.
"I would be but all you seem to want to do is talk about it." Elijah wiggled his arse in the air in encouragement.
Orli finished preparing and rubbed his slicked hands up Elijah's sides to settle on his waist. "How'd you want this? Slow and gentle?"
"Yeah right," Elijah pushed back till he could feel Orli against his muscle. "Shove it in and pound as hard as you can."
Orli felt the flush run up his face but there was also a little smile, he knew his Elijah, and he knew Elijah in this mood. "You do have a romantic way with words," he murmured as he pressed with his cock, just testing the resistance, and Elijah sighed in pleasure. Slowly, carefully he pressed again and the relentlessness of the force started to ease the way open.
Elijah shivered with anticipation and puffed out a soft breath. "More," he whispered, all the aggressive demands gone.
"Hush up, it's coming," Orli leaned forward, his weight bearing down on the point where their bodies met. He looked at the juncture for a moment, his dark, flushed, slicked cock, Elijah's perfect skin, and he couldn't help a smile of satisfaction. With no more effort, just a continuation of the pressure, Elijah opened and Orli was in.
Elijah purred, one long, low sound that lasted all the way until Orli had slid completely in so their flesh was moulded together.
Orli curled over and kissed the nape of Elijah's neck. "All right?"
"Hmm," Elijah murmured and nodded, his eyes closed, a satisfied smile just curling at his lips. Orli tried a gentle thrust and Elijah rocked under the movement.
"Oh," Elijah sighed on the second one, his knees splaying wider till he was almost flat on the bed. He truly was flexible. "Orli," Elijah whispered on the next thrust and the next. The word becoming a distorted blur of sound that was barely recognisable, but a perfect confirmation of each movement. "Orli," Elijah said and Orli thought he'd burst with the wave of happiness.
Orli ran his hands over Elijah's flesh, brushing gently against Elijah's soft, over-worked, sensitive cock, as Elijah rocked gently under him. Elijah might talk about hard fucking, and want it sometimes, but not this evening, not now. Now Orli knew what Elijah wanted, needed. It had to be soft, gentle, thorough and long lasting. No wonder Elijah'd made sure Orli had come once already.
Elijah sighed again, a soft exhalation of sound that brushed past his lips as he slid still further forward. He wanted to relax into it, give himself over to it, and glory in the perfect satisfaction. Orli knew the signs and pulled in a pillow so that Elijah could lie open and easy and relaxed. "Thanks…" Elijah tried to say but Orli hushed him.
"Shss, just let yourself go, give into it," Orli breathed against his ear as he pushed deep but not hard, just the way Elijah liked. "Let yourself go."
And Elijah did, moving his arms up over his head to lay in an open curve with his fingers just pressing at the sheet. He let all the stress and tension be pushed from his body as Orli rocked into him over and over again, let his limbs go limp and his muscles flaccid as he simply enjoyed the sensation of being joined.
His eyes closed and he floated, his skin pulsing with each thrust, as he didn't think about anything. He let his mind empty and wander and… oh but this was as perfect as life got. This feeling of being wanted, needed, cared for and loved so much that nothing else mattered. His muscles seemed to turn to mercury, not quite liquid, not quite solid, as all that held him tethered was Orli's cock filling him and grounding him. He arched his fingers, a small insignificant movement, as Orli's name drifted past his lips again and every muscle, every joint gave a little more. "I love you," he wasn't sure if that was in his mind or he'd said it out loud.
"Not half as much as I love you," Orli trailed his open, panting, mouth up Elijah's flesh and inhaled, filling himself with Elijah. That scent was enough to make his insides turn to mush all by itself.
Elijah breathed out a slithered gasp of pleasure and gave into it all. The want that made him fly and held him captive, the pleasure that was more than he ever thought possible. He let his mouth fall open and his body splay and gave into it all and gave himself up.
Orli tried to hold on for as long as he could; but soon Elijah's mumblings and the feel of his flesh were no match for the images he was conjuring up of wet washing and his mother. He could feel the heat build at the bottom of his spine ready to pour along his body. He stroked up over Elijah's sides, up along his arms to tangle their fingers together.
"I'm done, sorry but I'm done," he whispered, his breath catching so hard he thought he'd never breathe again.
"Your turn to let go," Elijah turned his head, his lips brushing against Orli's arm and that was all the extra stimulation it took. Orli came with a deep, 'Oh' of approval as his body felt like it turned itself inside out.
He flopped to his side as Elijah rolled over as well. "I'm never moving again," Elijah gave a self-satisfied sigh. "Never, ever, ever." He spread his legs and let his arms fall open, one hitting Orli smack in the middle of his chest.
"Ouch, you'll pay for that," Orli laughed, catching Elijah's hand and kissing his fingers.
"Like to see you try," Elijah smiled. "You're as knackered as I am."
Orli thought about that, Elijah was right, as always. But still… He suddenly sprung up, pinning Elijah by the hips and going for his belly.
"Don't you great daft sod," Elijah giggled as he pulled at Orli's hair. "You blow raspberries on my belly anymore and I'll brain you."
"No chance," Orli caught hold of Elijah's arms and twisted. "I can always blow them on your back instead." He pinned Elijah down, lying across his body and blew long and loud with puckered lips into the soft flesh just under Elijah's arm.
Elijah squealed predictably and wriggled for all he was worth.
"Food?" Orli suddenly suggested, his head popping up as his belly rumbled.
"Wash," Elijah ordered. "Wash then food."
+
Elijah pulled the blind closed, lit the last candle and slid into the bath between Orli's open thighs.
He sat forward as Orli started to wash his back, rubbing the bar of soap up and over his shoulders then down as far as he could reach. Orli rinsed it off then Elijah squirmed his way backwards. There was a moment of odd adjusting till they found their place and settled with contented sighs. Orli soaped at Elijah's chest, his fingers digging in and massaging the strains of the day away. "Want your hair washed?" he asked.
"Later," Elijah sighed again. "Move your knee a bit," he trickled water over Orli's leg. "It's digging into my side." Orli complied, with the minimum of splashing water, then rested his head back against the wall, Elijah firmly in place on his chest.
"This is nice," Orli said. "The hot water eases every muscle I just strained."
"Every one?" Elijah rubbed his arse carefully over Orli's soft cock.
"Every one," Orli agreed, his hand reaching round to just brush over Elijah's cock as it half-heartedly floated. Even his cock couldn't be bothered to move. "So how was your day?"
"All right," Elijah yawned. "We built different types of bridges out of wooden blocks, you'd have hated it."
"I'd hate doing anything if I had to be in a room with thirty four and five year olds," Orli admitted.
"They're all right, once you get used to the noise and you learn not to tread on them. They are very small."
"I'm glad you like the job, I can't understand why, but I'm glad you do," Orli ran a hand up to Elijah's nipple and rested there.
"It suits me," Elijah stated. "I don't know why either, but it does."
"And if it means you come home as horny as today, I'm not complaining."
"Teaching little kids doesn't always have that effect on people, you're one lucky guy," Elijah slid down a little more, his feet resting on the end of the bath, his toes arching and flexing.
"Will you be sorry to see this class move up to the next year?"
"Yeah, you know I'm quite fond of them now, especially as I've got them house trained at last. Everyone says your first class is always special."
"You're special," Orli pressed a kiss to the side of Elijah's head.
"Soppy git," Elijah smiled and wrapped his hand around the knobbly end of Orli's knee. "Gorgeous, perfect, soppy git."
+
Elijah poured the frozen peas into the saucepan of hot water and turned the heat underneath it down slightly. Orli checked the oven to see if the meat was nearly cooked, a hot blast of heat making him blink for a moment. They worked easily around each other, setting the table, getting out drinks, finding plates then serving up. A hand brushed a arm here, a thigh was pressed into a back there, a silly kiss dropped on a shoulder.
Elijah giggled when Orli told him some story from work. It wasn't a very funny story but they were in that kind of mood, one where the laughter never quite left their eyes and everything was quietly funny. Sitting down to eat, Elijah pushed the sides of his open shirt out the way, the pale flesh of his chest still glowing softly pink after the hot bath, and Orli pulled the edges of the old bathrobe together.
"Come shopping with me on Saturday?" Orli asked.
"Sure," Elijah chewed a bit of the meat and tried to decide exactly what it was. "What are you after?"
"I need a new suit for my work trip." Orli pulled a face at the idea. "I don't wanna go."
"Oh you liar," Elijah laughed. "You love the idea of being important enough to go away on a three day trip for work."
"It's a poxy conference, nothing special."
"Where you can talk about books and filing and…"
"It is not about filing!" Orli interrupted indignantly. "It's about important stuff. Anyway, you can talk, you're now the official art co-ordinator for the school. That has to be a promotion of sorts."
Elijah dismissed it with a wave of his hand. "Everyone has to be co-ordinator for something these days. I was just lucky enough to get something I like."
"And get five pictures exhibited at that gallery in Chelsea," Orli pointed out.
Elijah stopped, a fork full of food half way to his mouth, and sighed. He thought the exhibition should be a pleasure but what he felt was more like panic. He wasn't really sure how he felt about having his work shown, but it was done now and three pictures had already sold. How scary was that?
Orli looked up through his lashes and smiled, knowing just what the frown on Elijah's face really meant. "So are you going to help me pick a suit?"
"Suppose so," Elijah ate the food and smiled back. "If you buy me lunch at McDonald's"
"And you have the nerve to moan about what I eat?"
"Well it's better than this," Elijah held up another load of 'meat.'
"It is a bit chewy," Orli admitted. "It was on special offer at the supermarket. In fact," Orli warmed to the subject. "You bought it."
"Yeah well, I don't get everything right."
"Just almost everything," Orli laughed, and silently thanked God for being so lucky. "The same way I was right when I said the check up at the hospital yesterday would be all right."
"I know, you were right," Elijah drank the rest of his beer, reached over, caught Orli's and drank that as well. "I knew you were right, hell even I thought it would be all right it's just that…" he trailed off.
"The thought of cancer is enough to scare the shit out of anyone," Orli looked at him knowingly. "You weren't the only one who was worried," he admitted.
"But it's done now," Elijah said decisively.
"And we don't have to face it again for another year," Orli went with Elijah's mood.
"And it won't be long before the check ups go to every two years."
"And I shall continue to check your remaining ball every day," Orli's eyes twinkled. "Twice a day if I can talk you into it."
"Shit, but you are good to me," Elijah laughed.
"I know," Orli ate the last two bits of unidentified meat off Elijah's plate and smiled. "And it has nothing to do with me wanting to get my grubby little hands down your boxers. I'm just good like that."
"What again?" Elijah's eyebrows shot up in mock surprise.
"Well," Orli sat back rubbing his belly. "After a little nap maybe."
+
Orli licked the back of Elijah's neck and then gave into the desire and bit; not hard but enough to leave the faint imprint of his teeth. Little red marks on that impossibly perfect skin. His teeth: Elijah's skin. He sighed in pleasure and pressed his hips down, trying to feel Elijah through the layers of his clothes and the duvet, rocking them just slightly.
Elijah squirmed and pushed at Orli with his shoulder as he tried to turn over. His nose bumped against Orli's in the half light as his tongue poked out and licked at Orli's bottom lip. Orli smiled and Elijah pushed his way inside, his tongue firm and determined, searching out the taste. Toothpaste.
He pulled back, Orli's bottom lip caught between his teeth. "Are you going?" Elijah asked, his voice thick with sleep as one of his fingers kneaded the base of Orli's skull.
"Yeah, I'm booked on the early train," Orli kissed him again, slow and thorough, his lips sliding into perfect place over Elijah's. "You go back to sleep."
"Got time for a quickie?" Elijah's hands went down to squeeze Orli's arse. He made a huff of displeasure when he felt the formal suit material.
"Oh I wish I had," Orli said with genuine need, as he pushed his hips into Elijah and kissed him again.
"Go on," Elijah arched up into the touch, his tongue running over Orli's teeth. "Just pull the covers back and get in, I'm all naked under here."
"Don't tempt me," Orli was almost pleading, his hands just starting to sneak under the duvet. "I'll be in real trouble if I miss that train."
"Not even the idea of me naked and accommodating and hard?" his voice coiled round the last word, caressing it and giving it a dark, dirty kick.
"Bloody hell," Orli pulled his hands out and caught hold of Elijah's face, holding it captive. He angled it to one side and kissed Elijah once more, brutal and demanding, his tongue reaching deep, until his lips hurt from the pressure. "I have to go." He stood up, his cock and his lips throbbing. It was going to be a long three days. "I'll see you Friday night."
Elijah ran his finger over his own bruised lips, it felt good. He hoped they stayed swollen for the rest of the day. "Have a good trip, Mr boss man."
"I'm not a boss," Orli groaned as Elijah's hand went under the cover and started to move blatantly. Elijah liked the sound of that groan. He pushed the duvet back and pulled a bit harder at his flushed cock.
"Fuck," Orli's breath caught in a pathetic whisper. "Do it again."
Elijah did, his fingers tightening at the tip as his wrist gave just the hint of a flick. He pinched at his nipple with the other hand and bit his lip, the groan that escaped all too authentic. "Orlando," he huffed out the name.
"Let me watch you come," Orli's voice was low and gruff.
"Aren't you going to miss your train?" but Elijah was past caring.
"I gotta see this before I go," Orli moved closer, dropping to his knees by the side of the bed, his face so close. He stuffed his hands in his pockets, only sure way to stop himself touching.
Elijah's rhythm was strong now and his panting matched his hand as it tugged and tightened. He opened his legs and dropped his other hand to push at the skin under his scrotum. Almost, almost, almost.
His chest heaved and he opened his eyes to stare into Orli's.
"Now," Orli mouthed the word, no sound behind it, and Elijah had no choice but to do as he was told. He came with a stuttered breath and a sigh of achievement. Orli groaned his appreciation, bobbing his head forward to take a quick lick through the body-warm trail of come.
He kissed Elijah's still breathless lips and headed for the door. "I've got to go," he said unnecessarily. The train journey was going to be a nightmare, he looked back, "I love you."
"Love you too," Elijah managed just before the front door slammed shut. It was going to be a bloody long three days.
+
Elijah sat at the kitchen table correcting school books. He looked up for a moment, just staring into space. He was bored. And fidgety. Fidgety and bored. He blew out a long breath and pulled a face at no one.
Still two days to go.
+
It was too long Elijah decided as he cleaned the bath, three days was just too bloody long. All right so they didn't have to be joined at the hip, that was pretty pathetic and downright girly, and anyway he'd much rather be joined somewhere around their groins and… what was he meant to be thinking about? Oh yeah right, it was too long. Orli should be here helping him clean the bath at… he looked at his watch, one seventeen in the morning.
Stupid bloody time to be cleaning anything let alone the bath but what was he meant to do? He couldn't sleep and there was nothing else going on. Fuck, he'd actually plumped the cushions on the sofa about half an hour go. Plumped the cushions? Was he bleeding mental? Next he'd be buying a frilly apron and putting on lipstick before his man came home.
"Idiot," he said to himself as he scrubbed at the lime scale around the tap with a brutal vigour. If nothing else the flat was cleaner than he'd ever known it before. The thought suddenly hit him, perhaps that's why Orli had gone to the poxy conference, so that Elijah would clean. He sat on the floor, his back against the bath, Orli would pay for this, oh yes, he was going to pay, good and proper.
With his body.
And what he'd be made to do to Elijah's body.
Elijah closed his eyes and contemplated the possibilities. Forget the elaborate welcome-home dinner, forget the candles, he needed to get more lube. And squirty cream, the sort that comes out of an aerosol can - if he bought some first thing in the morning, before work, and left it in the fridge all day it'd be really cold by tonight. Maybe he should put it in the freezer, Orli would go crazy with it that cold but, no. It'd probably expand and blow up and he'd come home to a destroyed flat and no bed. That would never do, the fridge it was.
A wicked little smile curled at his lips as he got up, dumping his cleaning cloth in the bath and turned off the light. His hand stroked at his cock as he headed back to bed, but no, not now. He's wait. He liked the thought of being half hard and on edge all day waiting in anticipation. Orli had better not be tired because the poor sod had a lot to live up to. Elijah laughed quietly, poor old Orli, he had no idea what was in store for him. Lucky bastard.
Just a day at school to get through.
+
"Orlando? That you?" Elijah called from the kitchen as the front door opened, he stopped for a moment then finished off the carrot he was peeling. "Good trip? Do you feel all high powered and professional now? Sure as hell beats painting pictures of things that begin with B, like my class have done all afternoon. Only so many balloons and babies you can cope with. Dinner will be about an hour, I found this packet of something in the back of the cupboard. You want a beer first?"
He came to a stop, suddenly aware that Orli hadn't spoken. "Orlando? That is you, isn't it?" Elijah wiped his hands on the tea towel and headed towards the door just as Orli appeared. "Christ, what's the matter?"
Orli's face was a dirty grey colour, the skin pulled tight over his cheek bones, his eyes surrounded by dark circles. A wave of disappointment hit Elijah first then, after a slap of guilt, he felt concerned. After all if Orli were ill it would ruin all his plans for tonight.
"Are you all right?" Elijah reached out to touch Orli's face and check if he was too hot but Orli pulled back. "You're not sick, are you?"
"Not sick," Orli voice sounded strange; throaty and gruff.
"What's the matter then? Has something happened?"
"Yeah, something's happened," Orli wiped at his face hard enough to leave a red trail on his skin. His hand was shaking. This wasn't just a cold or something trivial and Orli had said he wasn't ill, so?
"So tell me what the fuck it is, you're scaring me here." Elijah said it jokingly but he wasn't sure that's what he meant. He tried to reach out again but Orli seemed to writhe in his skin and he stepped back. "Orli?" And that one movement scared Elijah more than anything else. Orli pulling away from him? That just didn't happen.
"I…" Orli put his hand over his mouth as he bit at the inside of his cheek. "I wasn't going to tell you like this, not as soon as I walked in the door, but…"
"But what? Just bloody tell me, nothing can be that bad."
"Can't it?"
"No, course not," Elijah said with a confidence that he was clinging onto determinedly. "We'll sort it, whatever it is. You and me together, we can take on the world, just like we always do."
"What if we can't?"
Elijah saw the expression in Orli's eyes and became really frightened for the first time in a very long time. "Just tell me," he said quietly. "We'll be all right, trust me."
"Trust you," Orli repeated to himself. He held onto the back of a chair and looked up. The colour had drained from his skin even more, his eyes seemed stark and overstated in his face, his features too distinct.
Elijah watched and waited. There was nothing more he could say.
"I fucked some bloke while I was away," Orli's eyes never left Elijah's face as he repeated in a simple, straightforward voice. "I fucked some bloke."
*
What am I meant to say?
What am I meant to think? I have to breathe, but how?
He did what?
I don't know what to do, I don't know what to say. It's like time is just standing still and I'm not part of it. I'm not part of anything. I'm not in this flat, not in my body, I'm just floating and nothing and…
Orli's mouth is moving and I have to think about what that means. He's saying something but I don't know what. He did something and I can feel it, feel this pain at the back of my skull that's just threatening to hit me like a plank of wood and I can't breathe.
His hand is coming towards me, I can't cope with that.
I run.
*
"'Lijah please, say something," Orli tried to catch hold of Elijah's arm. He just needed to feel Elijah, just for a moment, feel him solid and warm beneath his hand. "Listen to me, it didn't mean anything, it was a complete mistake but I had to tell you. I couldn't lie, I never lie to you, and we always tell each other everything."
Elijah's face had been blank until the moment Orli tried to touch him and then it filled with an unimaginable pain, and he turned, running round the table.
"Elijah, where you going?" Orli could taste the panic in the back of his throat. Thick, viscous and bitter. "Let me explain."
He caught Elijah in the hall, a hand pressing him hard into the wall. "You can't run out on me, you have to listen," he said in shocked disbelief. "Listen and then we'll sort it out, you always know what to do."
Elijah looked down at the hand on his chest and bolted for the door.
"'Lijah! For fuck's sake come back here," Orli shouted.
But Elijah was off and running, along the passage, down the stairs, out the door and into his car. He sat there for a moment, just sat, until he saw Orli appear in the entrance to the flats. Then he drove, fast as he could, away. Anywhere away.
Five minutes later he parked in a quiet side street, and carefully turned off the engine.
*
Where do I go?
I got in the car to get away but I've just realised I have no place to go. I can't think straight, and I need to think, but there's no place to go.
I can't go to work, school's all closed up now, I can't go to Eileen's - what would I say to her? It's an appalling realisation, but I have no place to go and no one to tell.
I'll just sit here and rest my head against the steering wheel and remember to breathe. Just slow, in and out, don't think not yet…I need to think but
Oh god no…
My stomach muscles have twisted so tight that I think I'm going to be sick but I can't because my throat has closed and…Orli did that.
I curl over tighter, make myself into such a small ball that no one will ever see me again. I'll stay here and disappear and then I'll never have to talk or think again. Never have to think about what he said.
"I fucked some bloke."
Four words and I can't breathe anymore. Should it hurt this much? Is this how normal people react? Half an hour ago I'd have said I was the happiest, luckiest bloke in the world and now?
Don't think, just breathe. Just think about taking the next breath, one at a time. One at a time.
I look up. It's getting dark, I guess I've been here longer than I thought. Some woman's coming up the street and she's looking in the car. I don't want her looking at me, I don't want to be seen.
I can't stay here. I don't have anywhere to go.
Oh fuck.
Pull yourself together Elijah, be practical. Orli's the melodramatic one, not you. So what am I going to do?
I could go to a hotel. Except I haven't got any money on me. No money, no wallet, no coat, no shoes. Jesus, I can't help laughing at myself, no shoes. Thank God I had my car keys in my pocket otherwise I'd be walking the streets penniless and shoeless.
So what are you going to do, idiot?
I've got no choice. I'll have to go home.
*
Title: In The Shadows - Damaged story 4
Chapter: One
Author: Arabia
Pairing: Elijah/Orli
Rating N17
Disclaimer: Total fiction
Feedback: Is always very much appreciated.
This is NOT a WIP - it is all finished and will be posted about once a week in fairly large chapters.
The first story can be found here…
Damaged
The second story here…
New Rules
The third here…
Our Place In The World
Thank yous go to my darling
longshanks05 for the amazing beta and to annwyn55 for making the beautiful icon that goes with the fic.WARNING: This may NOT be what you are expecting, what you want or even what you like but this is what happened next. Not much sex (apart from chapter one) but loads of angst. It made me cry when I wrote it, how daft is that?
Notes: This takes place about three years after the end of story three. Three happy, pretty uneventful years in which family relations have settled down and Elijah has finished his degree, trained to become an early years school teacher and has almost finished his first year in the classroom.
I am hoping the bits in italics are self-explanatory
This story is for Pum. She knows why and it is perfect.
Damaged 4
Chapter One
Bloody promotion.
All right, Orli thought to himself, so the promotion was what he wanted and he was enjoying it, but there was never any time to think at work now. Talk about busy. And the man from the publishers had called him sir. Sir; him? Wow, that was scary, he wasn't sure he was ready to be a sir. He wasn't sure he was old enough.
What he was ready for was rubbing his face in Elijah's pubic hair, pinning Elijah's hips down and sucking Elijah's cock till it blew Elijah's brains. Think Elijah would go for that idea? It depended on what sort of day Elijah had suffered. If the little darlings at school had been playing up, Elijah was quite likely to be knackered and already asleep on the sofa. Who wanted to be a reception teacher anyway? Four and five year old snotty little brats? He must be mad.
But Elijah loved it and it suited him perfectly. Plus he was really good at it, which was pretty amazing but only to be expected. His Elijah was good at everything.
Bit of luck the little ankle biters would have been on their best behaviour today and then Orli could roll Elijah up in a ball and fuck him till both their heads exploded. Or maybe Elijah could fuck him? Or maybe he could tie Elijah to the kitchen table - they hadn't done the kitchen table for way too long - cover him in melted chocolate and then lick it off really, really slowly.
"Shit," Orli hissed under his breath. It was his stop and he had a hard on the size of an elephant's. He slipped out of his seat, went down the stairs and hopped off the bus all with his jacket held carefully in front of his very visible cock.
Knowing his luck Elijah would have parents evening tonight or work to prepare.
+
Orli slammed the front door shut, dropped his stuff, dumped his keys on top and went looking for Elijah. There was no noise in the flat but Elijah's car was outside which meant the man himself was probably asleep on the sofa.
No, the living room was empty.
"'Lijah," Orli called, going back out to the hall and sticking his head into the kitchen. Empty. Fuck, Elijah would be on the computer in the spare room they used as an office now. Orli would have to prise him off with a crow bar. He headed for the closed door. Could he suck Elijah off while he worked at that bloody machine? Orli quite liked the idea, Elijah naked from the waist down, legs spread wide, hands flying across the keyboard as he stared at the screen. Orli crouched almost under the desk, between those legs, mouth stretched over Elijah's hard, dark cock.
He felt himself get an impossible bit harder. Oh yes, Elijah mate you had no idea what was coming your way. Orli would blow him and fuck him in the new swivel computer chair.
The room was empty.
"'Lijah?" Orli called again.
"In here," came a muffled reply from the bedroom.
Orli's heart sank, if not his cock. Elijah had been sniffing and sneezing this morning, they'd both put it down to hayfever but if he'd taken to bed with a cold… You couldn't really blow someone if they were ill, could you? He pushed the door open, sympathetic smile plastered in place.
The smile slowly drained from Orli's face to be replaced by an altogether stronger emotion.
Elijah had thrown the duvet off the bed and was sitting up naked, his back against the headboard, legs spread wide, feet planted on the mattress, his hand pulling at… oh dear sweet, sweet Jesus… his hand pulling at his thick, engorged *leaking* cock. Orli was caught in the spell.
"Hello big boy, you up for some summer loving?" Elijah parodied, the words oozing from red, wet lips.
"Oh you stupid tit," Orli snorted a laugh. "But hell yeah, you're on," he launched himself across the room, landing with his face in Elijah's groin. Unintended but, fucking amazingly lucky accident.
Orli wriggled his nose deeper into the coarse pubic hair and… inhaled. Oh shit, he loved that smell, pure bloody Elijah and the sweetheart hadn't washed. Elijah knew how much Orli loved him just how nature intended after a long day at work. And if it was a hot sweaty day? Orli practically salivated at the prospect. Elijah knew: he should do, Orli had told him enough times. Musk had nothing on a decent full body sweat. Orli groaned in appreciation. "Bring it on."
"I would if you'd get you nose out of my groin," Elijah laughed. "Get up here and give me a snog."
Orli pushed his nose in for one more rub, sniffed, licked quickly round the base of Elijah's cock then hitched himself up till his face was millimetres from Elijah's. "Hello gorgeous, come here often?"
"I will come right here, once we've had a decent snog 'cos then you're gonna get back down there and do that thing with your tongue," Elijah licked over Orli's lips, tracing the shape, before nipping at the bottom one with his teeth.
"You want a snog then a blow job?" Orli asked, kisses snapping into Elijah's mouth. Elijah nodded enthusiastically. "Demanding little bastard, aren't you?"
"Oh yes, but I have my compensations," Elijah licked around his own lips, then suckered them onto Orli's pushing his tongue deliberately deep, his hands pulling at the buttons at Orli's already open collar. "Because once you've blown me I'm gonna suck you so hard you'll be begging me for your brains back."
"Confident bastard as well," Orli rubbed his fabric-covered cock up and over Elijah's naked one. They both groaned. Orli's was louder but Elijah did a shiver dance at the same time.
"Yep," Elijah could feel the heat burning on his cheeks and throat. "But I've got every right to be," he gave up on the shirt button and started on Orli's trousers instead. "I'm gonna make you plead and beg and… would you take your fucking clothes off!" He pushed Orli away. "How's a man meant to get down and dirty when you've still got your wool worsted suit trousers on?"
"You never gave me a chance," Orli rationalised as he squirmed backwards, already working on his waistband. "I come in here and you're all naked and you haven't washed and…" he stopped for a moment, concentrating as he pulled his trousers down. Elijah was already working on Orli's shoes and socks.
"The things I do for you," Elijah said. "Do you know how much I wanted a shower? We don't have air conditioning at school, not like some lucky office-working bastards." The shoes, socks, trousers and boxers all hit the floor in a tangled mess. Two sets of hands started on the rest of Orli's shirt buttons.
"Sod the bloody thing," Orli brushed Elijah's hands away and pulled at the shirt so the last three buttons popped. "I got promoted, I can buy a new one."
"Not till I've sucked you, you can't," Elijah said leaping on Orli and putting his tongue very firmly back in Orli's mouth.
Orli revelled in it for a few minutes and then wrenched himself away. "But I get to suck you first, you promised," Orli grabbed at Elijah's shoulders and pinned him back on the bed. He looked down. Elijah was half laughing, half smiling, half lusting - too many halves, but who cared? The love and laughter danced in Elijah's eyes. Orli smiled back, he could feel the giggle bubbling in his belly.
"I'd offer you a sixty-nine but I know you can't do two things at once and I always keep my promises," Elijah said. "I'm a man of honour."
"Of honour?" Orli questioned, ignoring the probably deserved slur, and Elijah nodded solemnly -- as solemnly as you could when you were fighting back a giggle. "Right then, open your legs. Wide."
Elijah swallowed, as Orli knew he would; Orli watched his Adam's apple bob and gulped in expectation. Elijah pulled his knees back, up and out till they were almost folded back against his sides and Orli thanked the God of flexibility. How did anyone get to be this lucky?
He kissed Elijah's lips lightly, smiling again as they rubbed noses, and then ducked down fast to bite at a nipple.
"Ouch, you fucker," Elijah tried to complain but right at that moment, Orli swallowed his cock down to the root. Elijah felt like he shot up a foot off the bed only to come crashing down again, tethered by the pleasure shooting in his cock. "Oh," he pleaded, not knowing what he was pleading for. More? Quicker? Harder? Faster? Who cared?
Orli pushed at Elijah's knees and Elijah got the message, hooking his legs up, trapping Orli just the way he liked. Orli burrowed down, his mouth full to bursting till he pulled up infinitely slowly as his hands went round to pull Elijah's cheeks apart and a finger rested oh so gently against his hole.
Elijah shivered; his eyes glazing over then fluttering shut as the shiver ran down then back up his body to settle in his chest. He hitched a breath, then another and tried hard to control himself. He shouldn't be so desperate, so needy, not now, not after so many years together.
Oh yes he could.
Orli swallowed him to the hilt again and Elijah gave up, groaning long and loud up at the ceiling. He reached up above his head and grabbed onto the wooden struts of the headboard, pulling his knees even further open at the same time. If anyone could see him now… so shameless and exposed, his desperation on show to the world. He loved the idea of how he looked, so damned fuckable: sex on a bed. It was a wonderful thing, letting himself go like this, revelling in his own sexuality, his own love of good fuck. Only for Orli.
"Come on Batman," he huffed. "Do it again, only more."
"If you don't shut up I'll make you beg properly and stop calling me Batman, you tosser," Orli pulled off, wetting his lips again so that the slide back down was even sweeter. Elijah gloried in pushing his hips up as his back arched and fingers tightened on the headboard. He loved this, he just loved it.
"Is that a threat or a promise Batman?" The red hot heat gathered in the small of his back, itching for release, and he opened his legs wider and wider. He just loved this, loved it. Orli caught the inside of Elijah's thighs, pinned them down, and sucked.
Elijah could hardly catch a breath as all the muscles in his chest joined those in his arse and groin by spasming wildly. He arched his back again, leaving it there as Orli sucked again, giving him no time in between. No time to catch his breath, no time to think about it, no time to keep control. He squeezed his eyes shut then opened them again, pulling on the headboard as he came long and hard, just like his groan of pleasure.
"Oh man," Elijah moaned again, then slumped back, all his muscles pulsing before they relaxed. He left his hands up over his head and his knees out as Orli rubbed his face once more into Elijah's groin. "Hey, that tickles," he laughed.
Orli looked up, his eyes sparkling, and dropped another kiss on the over sensitive tip of Elijah's cock before wiggling his way up to poke at Elijah's belly button with his tongue. Then he was on the move again, crawling up Elijah's body as he licked a wet trail to his chin. "Hello," Orli smiled.
"Hello you as well," Elijah smiled back, although his was more self-satisfied, almost smug.
"What are we gonna do now?" Orli rolled to the side and licked over Elijah's lips.
"Well," Elijah tilted his head, catching his bottom lip between his teeth as he considered. "There are many, many things we could do," he ran a teasing finger tip down Orli's arm and over his hip. "I could bend you over the edge of the bed and fuck you till you screamed." Orli's eyes glazed slightly at the thought. "Or I could lick you all over very slowly till you were begging me to let you come," Orli salivated at the thought. "Or I could go and get a couple of beers; I'm parched," Elijah nipped out of bed and was at the door before Orli had even realised what was happening. "You want a biscuit as well?"
"Oi," Orli yelled after him. "I'm dying here," he waved a hand at his very hard cock.
"Won't be long," Elijah called from the kitchen.
Orli flopped back on the bed, his groan one of frustration. He stroked slowly at his cock, Christ it was hard, but then that was half the fun. He licked just under his top lip, he could still taste Elijah's come, all salty and dark. He loved that taste. Even better than the smell of Elijah's cock? Now that was a difficult question, he gave it some serious thought as his hand pulled just a little harder.
Taste or smell? Nah, he couldn't do it, he decided as he heaved himself up, he couldn't make that decision, they were both too good to be true. Different senses, both bloody wonderful. He followed Elijah out to the kitchen, stiff cock bobbing against his belly.
"Here," Elijah handed him a cold bottle and two chocolate digestives. Orli took them, eating a biscuit first, as he studied the curve of Elijah's arse. Sight was pretty good too. He still couldn't quite get his head round all that amazing pale flesh, and the sheer bloody roundness of Elijah's arse was pretty spectacular as well. Nearly as good as the roundness of his belly, oh yes Orli thought as his cock twitched in sympathy, sight was a damned fine sense.
"Stop gawping, you'll go blind," Elijah said without turning round.
"What am I meant to do, seeing the state you've left me in?"
"I've left you in?" Elijah rotated slowly, a sly grin on his face.
"Yeah, you left me," Orli waved his beer bottle in the direction of his groin.
"Well I guess I'll just have to do something about that then," Elijah moved forward, licking at the top of his bottle suggestively before taking a long swig and dropping to his knees in one graceful motion.
He crawled across the rest of the gap and licked around Orli's thigh down by his knee. Orli couldn't help but skate backwards, trying to find something to lean against. Elijah frowned and crawled forward again. "Stand still, don't make me come and get you," his voice was a low growl, dark and authoritative. Orli thought he might just come were he stood.
Hearing was a pretty powerful sense as well.
Orli planted his feet firmly apart and rested back against the kitchen counter. When Elijah grinned in a smug, oh so confident way, Orli dumped his bottle on the side and grabbed onto the edge with both hands.
"Nice," Elijah looked up appreciatively. "I like the way you're offering yourself to me, although if your cock gets any harder I reckon you'll explode."
"Do something about it then," Orli growled.
"Me?" Elijah looked up again, batting impossibly long lashes over fake innocent eyes. "What can poor little old me do with a monster like that?"
"Oh I'm sure you'll think of something," Orli laughed.
"Well," Elijah considered. "I could always try this." He suddenly swooped forward, catching Orli's cock with his lips and sucking it right down as his hand squeezed mercilessly at Orli's balls.
"Oh shit," Orli couldn't help the near shout as he gripped so tight his knuckles turned white and he fought to stop his knees from buckling. He pressed his eyes closed for a moment and sucked in a couple of breaths, then opened them and risked a look down at Elijah.
It was a pretty astounding sight. Below the mop of dark hair he could see that Elijah's eyes were closed as he concentrated, thick lashes resting on cheeks that hollowed and filled although Elijah didn't pull up or away. Elijah didn't move his head just sucked and stopped, sucked and stopped, as his lips tightened and relaxed in time.
The fucker: it was agonisingly wonderful. Like mental and physical torture rolled into one with a filling of pure pleasure. "Oh shit, that's good," Orli groaned. "So bloody hot."
"Too hot?" Elijah pulled off, a trail of saliva dribbling down his chin. "Maybe I should cool you down a bit then." He reached behind him for his bottle of beer before Orli could register what was happening.
Elijah swallowed a long swig, his Adam's apple bobbing, and then took another, holding the alcohol in his mouth with pursed lips. He stood the bottle back on the floor and held Orli's cock out ready. He leaned over and, smiling malevolently, dribbled the cold liquid along the length of Orli's cock. The shock made Orli catch his breath and shudder, the ripple rolling up his body and tightening his stomach muscles as he clenched his teeth. Elijah licked along Orli's cock, his tongue taking broad swipes as he lapped around the base up to the tip before sucking on Orli's balls.
"You trying to kill me?" Orli asked as he deliberately tried to relax his jaw.
"Nah, not yet. Not before I do this," Elijah took another mouthful of beer, again holding it in his mouth. But this time, as his head moved forward, he slipped Orli's cock in with it. Orli couldn't help but gasp at the feel of the fridge-cold liquid on his hot skin, the bubbles floating over and into his slit, Elijah's teeth just holding him in place.
"Oh sweet shit," his hands went from the counter edge to Elijah's hair and then to curl his fingertips down and around Elijah's ears. Elijah smiled around his mouthful, and curled his tongue into the slit, pressing right on the edge of too hard.
"Shit, shit, shit," Orli chanted as his eyes squeezed shut and his fingers caught a little tighter. They pressed harder still when Elijah began to roll Orli's balls with the flat of his hand and slide slowly up his shaft. The cold and the bubbles and Elijah's amazing tongue compelled Orli to push his hips forward; forward into the glorious pressure of Elijah's mouth. He thrust a couple of times, meeting Elijah as he sucked and bobbed, and then that just wasn't enough. Orli's hands went up to the top of Elijah's head and he shoved down, pushing Elijah's face into his groin, thrusting his cock into Elijah's mouth.
This was it, this fucking exquisite pleasure that bordered on the insane, this throbbing need to push Elijah's face into him, to grind Elijah onto his cock. This could devour Orli whole, eating away at his soul till he was nothing but a cock in Elijah's mouth.
Grind Elijah's face into his groin. It could easily be Orli's obsession.
Elijah knew this of old and held his tongue back to protect his throat just as Orli knew he would. Orli pushed; Elijah protected them both. Perfect harmony and trust.
Elijah tightened his fingers on Orli's balls again, squeezing until Orli took a sharp breath and eased off just a little.
For a couple of minutes there was synchronisation, Orli's lifting hips matching the hollowing of Elijah's cheeks perfectly as the beer dribbled slowly from between his lips and the hard, veined flesh of Orli's cock. Then Elijah upped the pace, tightened his grip on Orli's balls, pressing his thumb into the space behind and sucking just that bit harder. Orli tried to catch his breath but quickly gave up, panting in a desperate attempt to take in enough air.
"Shit, shit, shit, shit," the litany went on, each word getting louder, more breathy and less recognisable. "Shit, shit, shit," Orli thighs began to tremble, his balls pulling up hard, his fingers tightening on Elijah as his head went back pulling the skin taut along the column of his neck. "Shit, shit," his hips had lost their rhythm, bucking and thrusting, as Elijah pressed hard to hold them in place. "Shit!" a last long, loud cry as his body shook and he came, flooding Elijah's mouth in stream after stream.
Elijah carried on sucking, milking every drop, chasing every last shudder, long after Orli had collapsed back onto the counter. He carried on till Orli could stand it no more and flapped ineffectually at Elijah's face as he tried to pull out. Elijah caught hold of Orli's thigh with a tight grip and gave a few more sucks at the softened flesh before rubbing up close as he could. Then he pulled off, letting Orli's cock slip from his wet, red lips, and looked up. "You are so fucking noisy," he laughed.
"Oh shut up," Orli groaned. "I can't help it."
"And I'm not complaining," Elijah pulled himself up with a hand on Orli's thigh. "It shows how much you're enjoying yourself. I'm just stating a fact. No wonder old Mrs Watling downstairs looks at us a bit odd."
"Old Mrs Watling is deaf," Orli said catching hold of Elijah and kissing him softly. "She looks at us oddly 'cos we've always got our hands in each others trousers. It's everyone else in the block that looks at us oddly because of the noise we make."
"We make?" Elijah nipped at Orli's lip. "Don't you mean the noise you make?"
"You don't do so bad," Orli licked a broad swipe across Elijah's jaw and into his mouth.
"I do not," Elijah kissed the corners of Orli's mouth, his hands going up to tangle in the thick hair as he rubbed his body closer, pushing Orli's leg in between his.
"You do when I stick my tongue up your arse," Orli pointed out before wrapping his arms around Elijah and pulling him in tighter. He played his fingers along Elijah's spine and then reached down to cup and lift each rounded cheek.
Elijah considered the idea, there wasn't really any point denying it, everyone in the flats probably knew, and if they didn't Rose would sure tell them. He'd never forget her face when she'd walked in on them, or Orli's for months after when he thought about it. He was pretty sure it had fulfilled one of Rose's fantasies but it was a good job he was beyond being embarrassed when it came to sex. "True," he conceded reluctantly. "But only then."
Orli continued to knead at firm flesh as he grinned in triumph. "Want something to eat?"
"Want to take care of this first," Elijah said, digging his once-more hard cock into Orli's stomach. "Actually I probably need to take care of this first, I wouldn't be able to concentrate on dinner otherwise."
"Horny little sod today, aren't you?"
"Oh yes," Elijah rubbed again, up and over Orli's hip bone, as he bit gently at a nipple. "And you're privileged to get the benefit of it."
"Over confident little fucker," Orli laughed and let his thumbs reach round and in and just push against… Elijah bit the other nipple, not so gently this time.
"And you are a very, very lucky bastard," Elijah kissed Orli again, hard and deep, and then began to turn him.
"Back to bed?"
"Nah, right here will do me just fine," Elijah said as he pushed Orli forward over the counter and rubbed his cock between ripe cheeks. "Where's the lube?"
"In the pot with the tea bags," Orli groaned as a finger was pushed just inside him and Elijah covered his neck with kisses.
"Who put it in there? It can't be hygienic." Elijah kept to one finger but moved it with deadly accuracy and knowledge. He screwed it in a little deeper and Orli couldn't help but bend further over, offering and opening himself.
"I did," Orli's voice caught for a second, a deep, dark, dirty sound. "When my parents came round. Trouble was my dad decided to make the tea."
Elijah chuckled low in his throat as he shuffled sideways, reaching for the lube without removing his finger. "I'd like to have been here to see his face when he found that."
"And I will be eternally grateful that you were still at work." Orli rested his face on the worktop, closed his eyes, and let the feelings flow. He loved this.
"Spoil sport," Elijah tipped the lid off the canister, searched around for the bottle of lube hidden under the teabags, pulled it out, flipped open the lid and squirted out a sizeable dollop all one handed and with the finger on his other hand still moving just so inside Orli. Pretty impressive he thought.
"Whatever," Orli had given up and was just… enjoying.
Two fingers and then three or just go for it? Elijah didn't have a lot of patience and Orli could take it. Elijah giggled, low and throaty, as he smeared the lube up his cock. Orli could take it? Orli loved it.
"What?" Orli asked.
"Just wondering how you want it, soft and girly or just shove it in there?" Elijah corkscrewed his finger again, knowing just where to hit, just how to torment and inflame. "Let me guess."
"Shove it in," Orli demanded, pushing back in encouragement.
"Like you'd say anything else," Elijah laughed again, slipping his finger out painstakingly slowly, dragging his knuckle and then the back of his nail across the ring of muscle. Orli mewed softly in appreciation.
Before the finger was all the way out Elijah had the tip of his cock positioned just right to push in. The muscle was just thinking about closing as the finger left when the cock was pushed in. Not hard, not yet, just a long slow relentless pressure that didn't stop until Orli was muttering under his breath, the muscles on his back twisting and straining, and Elijah was deep inside, their skin flush.
"Okay?" Elijah asked, running a hand smoothly up Orli's spine.
"Oh fuck yes," Orli groaned and the smile was clear in his voice. Elijah laughed and pulled back slowly.
"Ready?" Elijah glided back in, equally as slowly.
"You going to stand there teasing all night or you gonna fuck me properly?" Orli demanded.
"All right, you asked for it big boy," Elijah caught his bottom lip between his teeth, pulled up onto his toes and pushed home firm and fast.
"Shit," Orli's breath hissed out between clenched teeth.
"Take it like a man," Elijah tried to laugh, but he was way past humour. He slid his hands up Orli's back, then down again, and started a brisk rhythm, not too hard but nice and deep, the angle rubbing the vein on his cock over the ring of muscle.
That's better," Orli groaned, long and as loud as ever.
Elijah forgot about the noise and concentrated on getting in deep as could, making Orli groan lower and dirtier.
Orli's arms flailed across the worktop, packets of cereals and the jar of jam left out after breakfast, spewing onto the floor. "Harder 'Lijah, harder," Orli begged, his hands reaching out to brace himself against the toaster. "Do it so I can feel you smacking against the back of my teeth."
Elijah tried to oblige, his nailless fingers digging in deep on Orli's hip and back, his skin slapping against Orli's arse as the sweat began to break out across his forehead and throat. He grabbed for a better grip and thrust for all he was worth.
"Better," Orli wailed at the wall. "But harder."
"Quieten down," Elijah gasped snapping his hips. "You'll get us thrown out."
"Oh shit," Orli groaned louder than ever as he pushed back equally as hard onto Elijah, matching him thrust for thrust.
Elijah did the only thing he knew to shut Orli up, he reached under Orli's arms and pulled him upright, simultaneously kicking his feet further apart so their heights matched. Orli never could make as much noise when he had to think about balance as well.
"More, you bastard," Orli moaned. He was quieter, but not quiet enough. Elijah wrapped a hand round Orli's waist and grabbed his cock. If Orli could just about do balance and noise at the same time he certainly couldn't manage the added torment of Elijah squeezing his cock so tight he couldn't come.
"Please," Orli begged again but softly, almost a whimper. "That's not fair, I've gotta come."
Elijah fucked him slower but deeper, a rhythm all for himself. "And I need you to fuck me when I'm finished, so you'd better hang onto that." He squeezed right down at the root of Orli's cock, just so he'd know.
"Oh shit," Orli did whimper this time. Just the thought of what was still to come was enough to make him breathless and even more desperate. He settled his legs wider and concentrated on the feel of Elijah's cock in his arse, splitting him, filling him, fixing him in place. He hated the pull back when there was the momentary ridiculous panic that he'd never be filled again and he clamped the muscles in his arse down tight on Elijah's cock.
Elijah bucked, digging into Orli's flesh, his head snapping forward against Orli's back so he could bite at a shoulder blade. He thrust again, harder, more desperate and the tightness around his cock filled his senses till there was nothing else. Barely a brush of a pull back and he was pushing home again as the tidal wave hit; starting in his groin and flushing up his spine to smack him full force across all his senses. He shivered; one, two more mini thrusts and he was all done, his breath panting hot on Orli's back.
Orli rubbed his arse backwards milking the last of the sensation as he leaned over the counter to support Elijah on his back. But Elijah didn't want support. "Do it now, do it to me right now," Elijah demanded before he'd even pulled out. "I want you in my arse when I can still feel you on my cock."
"Bed this time?" Orli asked, still gasping. "My legs won't take standing up anymore and I'm not kneeling on this floor, no one has cleaned it for ages."
"All right, bed it is," Elijah said, already standing up and moving. "But hurry up, I need it now."
"Impatient sod," Orli said as Elijah grabbed his wrist and almost dragged him back to the bedroom. Not that he was reluctant or anything, oh no, no one would be that stupid.
"Come on," Elijah said. As soon as he got through the door he dived for the bed, kneeling on it, arse in the air, knees apart, and dropped his head onto his arms. "Hurry up."
"No foreplay?" Orli smiled, climbing on the bed behind him.
"You had foreplay in the kitchen."
"Not even a little kissey wissey?"
"Oh fuck off and get on with it," Elijah positively growled.
Orli chuckled to himself; God the view was good from here. "Where's the lube?"
"There's some in the side cupboard, a bottle on the chest of drawers, one under the pillow, another on the floor and I think there's still a load left in that bottle behind the door."
"Shit, anyone would think we were at it all the time," Orli laughed as he found an extra bottle caught up in the tangle of the duvet at the bottom of the bed.
"I would be but all you seem to want to do is talk about it." Elijah wiggled his arse in the air in encouragement.
Orli finished preparing and rubbed his slicked hands up Elijah's sides to settle on his waist. "How'd you want this? Slow and gentle?"
"Yeah right," Elijah pushed back till he could feel Orli against his muscle. "Shove it in and pound as hard as you can."
Orli felt the flush run up his face but there was also a little smile, he knew his Elijah, and he knew Elijah in this mood. "You do have a romantic way with words," he murmured as he pressed with his cock, just testing the resistance, and Elijah sighed in pleasure. Slowly, carefully he pressed again and the relentlessness of the force started to ease the way open.
Elijah shivered with anticipation and puffed out a soft breath. "More," he whispered, all the aggressive demands gone.
"Hush up, it's coming," Orli leaned forward, his weight bearing down on the point where their bodies met. He looked at the juncture for a moment, his dark, flushed, slicked cock, Elijah's perfect skin, and he couldn't help a smile of satisfaction. With no more effort, just a continuation of the pressure, Elijah opened and Orli was in.
Elijah purred, one long, low sound that lasted all the way until Orli had slid completely in so their flesh was moulded together.
Orli curled over and kissed the nape of Elijah's neck. "All right?"
"Hmm," Elijah murmured and nodded, his eyes closed, a satisfied smile just curling at his lips. Orli tried a gentle thrust and Elijah rocked under the movement.
"Oh," Elijah sighed on the second one, his knees splaying wider till he was almost flat on the bed. He truly was flexible. "Orli," Elijah whispered on the next thrust and the next. The word becoming a distorted blur of sound that was barely recognisable, but a perfect confirmation of each movement. "Orli," Elijah said and Orli thought he'd burst with the wave of happiness.
Orli ran his hands over Elijah's flesh, brushing gently against Elijah's soft, over-worked, sensitive cock, as Elijah rocked gently under him. Elijah might talk about hard fucking, and want it sometimes, but not this evening, not now. Now Orli knew what Elijah wanted, needed. It had to be soft, gentle, thorough and long lasting. No wonder Elijah'd made sure Orli had come once already.
Elijah sighed again, a soft exhalation of sound that brushed past his lips as he slid still further forward. He wanted to relax into it, give himself over to it, and glory in the perfect satisfaction. Orli knew the signs and pulled in a pillow so that Elijah could lie open and easy and relaxed. "Thanks…" Elijah tried to say but Orli hushed him.
"Shss, just let yourself go, give into it," Orli breathed against his ear as he pushed deep but not hard, just the way Elijah liked. "Let yourself go."
And Elijah did, moving his arms up over his head to lay in an open curve with his fingers just pressing at the sheet. He let all the stress and tension be pushed from his body as Orli rocked into him over and over again, let his limbs go limp and his muscles flaccid as he simply enjoyed the sensation of being joined.
His eyes closed and he floated, his skin pulsing with each thrust, as he didn't think about anything. He let his mind empty and wander and… oh but this was as perfect as life got. This feeling of being wanted, needed, cared for and loved so much that nothing else mattered. His muscles seemed to turn to mercury, not quite liquid, not quite solid, as all that held him tethered was Orli's cock filling him and grounding him. He arched his fingers, a small insignificant movement, as Orli's name drifted past his lips again and every muscle, every joint gave a little more. "I love you," he wasn't sure if that was in his mind or he'd said it out loud.
"Not half as much as I love you," Orli trailed his open, panting, mouth up Elijah's flesh and inhaled, filling himself with Elijah. That scent was enough to make his insides turn to mush all by itself.
Elijah breathed out a slithered gasp of pleasure and gave into it all. The want that made him fly and held him captive, the pleasure that was more than he ever thought possible. He let his mouth fall open and his body splay and gave into it all and gave himself up.
Orli tried to hold on for as long as he could; but soon Elijah's mumblings and the feel of his flesh were no match for the images he was conjuring up of wet washing and his mother. He could feel the heat build at the bottom of his spine ready to pour along his body. He stroked up over Elijah's sides, up along his arms to tangle their fingers together.
"I'm done, sorry but I'm done," he whispered, his breath catching so hard he thought he'd never breathe again.
"Your turn to let go," Elijah turned his head, his lips brushing against Orli's arm and that was all the extra stimulation it took. Orli came with a deep, 'Oh' of approval as his body felt like it turned itself inside out.
He flopped to his side as Elijah rolled over as well. "I'm never moving again," Elijah gave a self-satisfied sigh. "Never, ever, ever." He spread his legs and let his arms fall open, one hitting Orli smack in the middle of his chest.
"Ouch, you'll pay for that," Orli laughed, catching Elijah's hand and kissing his fingers.
"Like to see you try," Elijah smiled. "You're as knackered as I am."
Orli thought about that, Elijah was right, as always. But still… He suddenly sprung up, pinning Elijah by the hips and going for his belly.
"Don't you great daft sod," Elijah giggled as he pulled at Orli's hair. "You blow raspberries on my belly anymore and I'll brain you."
"No chance," Orli caught hold of Elijah's arms and twisted. "I can always blow them on your back instead." He pinned Elijah down, lying across his body and blew long and loud with puckered lips into the soft flesh just under Elijah's arm.
Elijah squealed predictably and wriggled for all he was worth.
"Food?" Orli suddenly suggested, his head popping up as his belly rumbled.
"Wash," Elijah ordered. "Wash then food."
+
Elijah pulled the blind closed, lit the last candle and slid into the bath between Orli's open thighs.
He sat forward as Orli started to wash his back, rubbing the bar of soap up and over his shoulders then down as far as he could reach. Orli rinsed it off then Elijah squirmed his way backwards. There was a moment of odd adjusting till they found their place and settled with contented sighs. Orli soaped at Elijah's chest, his fingers digging in and massaging the strains of the day away. "Want your hair washed?" he asked.
"Later," Elijah sighed again. "Move your knee a bit," he trickled water over Orli's leg. "It's digging into my side." Orli complied, with the minimum of splashing water, then rested his head back against the wall, Elijah firmly in place on his chest.
"This is nice," Orli said. "The hot water eases every muscle I just strained."
"Every one?" Elijah rubbed his arse carefully over Orli's soft cock.
"Every one," Orli agreed, his hand reaching round to just brush over Elijah's cock as it half-heartedly floated. Even his cock couldn't be bothered to move. "So how was your day?"
"All right," Elijah yawned. "We built different types of bridges out of wooden blocks, you'd have hated it."
"I'd hate doing anything if I had to be in a room with thirty four and five year olds," Orli admitted.
"They're all right, once you get used to the noise and you learn not to tread on them. They are very small."
"I'm glad you like the job, I can't understand why, but I'm glad you do," Orli ran a hand up to Elijah's nipple and rested there.
"It suits me," Elijah stated. "I don't know why either, but it does."
"And if it means you come home as horny as today, I'm not complaining."
"Teaching little kids doesn't always have that effect on people, you're one lucky guy," Elijah slid down a little more, his feet resting on the end of the bath, his toes arching and flexing.
"Will you be sorry to see this class move up to the next year?"
"Yeah, you know I'm quite fond of them now, especially as I've got them house trained at last. Everyone says your first class is always special."
"You're special," Orli pressed a kiss to the side of Elijah's head.
"Soppy git," Elijah smiled and wrapped his hand around the knobbly end of Orli's knee. "Gorgeous, perfect, soppy git."
+
Elijah poured the frozen peas into the saucepan of hot water and turned the heat underneath it down slightly. Orli checked the oven to see if the meat was nearly cooked, a hot blast of heat making him blink for a moment. They worked easily around each other, setting the table, getting out drinks, finding plates then serving up. A hand brushed a arm here, a thigh was pressed into a back there, a silly kiss dropped on a shoulder.
Elijah giggled when Orli told him some story from work. It wasn't a very funny story but they were in that kind of mood, one where the laughter never quite left their eyes and everything was quietly funny. Sitting down to eat, Elijah pushed the sides of his open shirt out the way, the pale flesh of his chest still glowing softly pink after the hot bath, and Orli pulled the edges of the old bathrobe together.
"Come shopping with me on Saturday?" Orli asked.
"Sure," Elijah chewed a bit of the meat and tried to decide exactly what it was. "What are you after?"
"I need a new suit for my work trip." Orli pulled a face at the idea. "I don't wanna go."
"Oh you liar," Elijah laughed. "You love the idea of being important enough to go away on a three day trip for work."
"It's a poxy conference, nothing special."
"Where you can talk about books and filing and…"
"It is not about filing!" Orli interrupted indignantly. "It's about important stuff. Anyway, you can talk, you're now the official art co-ordinator for the school. That has to be a promotion of sorts."
Elijah dismissed it with a wave of his hand. "Everyone has to be co-ordinator for something these days. I was just lucky enough to get something I like."
"And get five pictures exhibited at that gallery in Chelsea," Orli pointed out.
Elijah stopped, a fork full of food half way to his mouth, and sighed. He thought the exhibition should be a pleasure but what he felt was more like panic. He wasn't really sure how he felt about having his work shown, but it was done now and three pictures had already sold. How scary was that?
Orli looked up through his lashes and smiled, knowing just what the frown on Elijah's face really meant. "So are you going to help me pick a suit?"
"Suppose so," Elijah ate the food and smiled back. "If you buy me lunch at McDonald's"
"And you have the nerve to moan about what I eat?"
"Well it's better than this," Elijah held up another load of 'meat.'
"It is a bit chewy," Orli admitted. "It was on special offer at the supermarket. In fact," Orli warmed to the subject. "You bought it."
"Yeah well, I don't get everything right."
"Just almost everything," Orli laughed, and silently thanked God for being so lucky. "The same way I was right when I said the check up at the hospital yesterday would be all right."
"I know, you were right," Elijah drank the rest of his beer, reached over, caught Orli's and drank that as well. "I knew you were right, hell even I thought it would be all right it's just that…" he trailed off.
"The thought of cancer is enough to scare the shit out of anyone," Orli looked at him knowingly. "You weren't the only one who was worried," he admitted.
"But it's done now," Elijah said decisively.
"And we don't have to face it again for another year," Orli went with Elijah's mood.
"And it won't be long before the check ups go to every two years."
"And I shall continue to check your remaining ball every day," Orli's eyes twinkled. "Twice a day if I can talk you into it."
"Shit, but you are good to me," Elijah laughed.
"I know," Orli ate the last two bits of unidentified meat off Elijah's plate and smiled. "And it has nothing to do with me wanting to get my grubby little hands down your boxers. I'm just good like that."
"What again?" Elijah's eyebrows shot up in mock surprise.
"Well," Orli sat back rubbing his belly. "After a little nap maybe."
+
Orli licked the back of Elijah's neck and then gave into the desire and bit; not hard but enough to leave the faint imprint of his teeth. Little red marks on that impossibly perfect skin. His teeth: Elijah's skin. He sighed in pleasure and pressed his hips down, trying to feel Elijah through the layers of his clothes and the duvet, rocking them just slightly.
Elijah squirmed and pushed at Orli with his shoulder as he tried to turn over. His nose bumped against Orli's in the half light as his tongue poked out and licked at Orli's bottom lip. Orli smiled and Elijah pushed his way inside, his tongue firm and determined, searching out the taste. Toothpaste.
He pulled back, Orli's bottom lip caught between his teeth. "Are you going?" Elijah asked, his voice thick with sleep as one of his fingers kneaded the base of Orli's skull.
"Yeah, I'm booked on the early train," Orli kissed him again, slow and thorough, his lips sliding into perfect place over Elijah's. "You go back to sleep."
"Got time for a quickie?" Elijah's hands went down to squeeze Orli's arse. He made a huff of displeasure when he felt the formal suit material.
"Oh I wish I had," Orli said with genuine need, as he pushed his hips into Elijah and kissed him again.
"Go on," Elijah arched up into the touch, his tongue running over Orli's teeth. "Just pull the covers back and get in, I'm all naked under here."
"Don't tempt me," Orli was almost pleading, his hands just starting to sneak under the duvet. "I'll be in real trouble if I miss that train."
"Not even the idea of me naked and accommodating and hard?" his voice coiled round the last word, caressing it and giving it a dark, dirty kick.
"Bloody hell," Orli pulled his hands out and caught hold of Elijah's face, holding it captive. He angled it to one side and kissed Elijah once more, brutal and demanding, his tongue reaching deep, until his lips hurt from the pressure. "I have to go." He stood up, his cock and his lips throbbing. It was going to be a long three days. "I'll see you Friday night."
Elijah ran his finger over his own bruised lips, it felt good. He hoped they stayed swollen for the rest of the day. "Have a good trip, Mr boss man."
"I'm not a boss," Orli groaned as Elijah's hand went under the cover and started to move blatantly. Elijah liked the sound of that groan. He pushed the duvet back and pulled a bit harder at his flushed cock.
"Fuck," Orli's breath caught in a pathetic whisper. "Do it again."
Elijah did, his fingers tightening at the tip as his wrist gave just the hint of a flick. He pinched at his nipple with the other hand and bit his lip, the groan that escaped all too authentic. "Orlando," he huffed out the name.
"Let me watch you come," Orli's voice was low and gruff.
"Aren't you going to miss your train?" but Elijah was past caring.
"I gotta see this before I go," Orli moved closer, dropping to his knees by the side of the bed, his face so close. He stuffed his hands in his pockets, only sure way to stop himself touching.
Elijah's rhythm was strong now and his panting matched his hand as it tugged and tightened. He opened his legs and dropped his other hand to push at the skin under his scrotum. Almost, almost, almost.
His chest heaved and he opened his eyes to stare into Orli's.
"Now," Orli mouthed the word, no sound behind it, and Elijah had no choice but to do as he was told. He came with a stuttered breath and a sigh of achievement. Orli groaned his appreciation, bobbing his head forward to take a quick lick through the body-warm trail of come.
He kissed Elijah's still breathless lips and headed for the door. "I've got to go," he said unnecessarily. The train journey was going to be a nightmare, he looked back, "I love you."
"Love you too," Elijah managed just before the front door slammed shut. It was going to be a bloody long three days.
+
Elijah sat at the kitchen table correcting school books. He looked up for a moment, just staring into space. He was bored. And fidgety. Fidgety and bored. He blew out a long breath and pulled a face at no one.
Still two days to go.
+
It was too long Elijah decided as he cleaned the bath, three days was just too bloody long. All right so they didn't have to be joined at the hip, that was pretty pathetic and downright girly, and anyway he'd much rather be joined somewhere around their groins and… what was he meant to be thinking about? Oh yeah right, it was too long. Orli should be here helping him clean the bath at… he looked at his watch, one seventeen in the morning.
Stupid bloody time to be cleaning anything let alone the bath but what was he meant to do? He couldn't sleep and there was nothing else going on. Fuck, he'd actually plumped the cushions on the sofa about half an hour go. Plumped the cushions? Was he bleeding mental? Next he'd be buying a frilly apron and putting on lipstick before his man came home.
"Idiot," he said to himself as he scrubbed at the lime scale around the tap with a brutal vigour. If nothing else the flat was cleaner than he'd ever known it before. The thought suddenly hit him, perhaps that's why Orli had gone to the poxy conference, so that Elijah would clean. He sat on the floor, his back against the bath, Orli would pay for this, oh yes, he was going to pay, good and proper.
With his body.
And what he'd be made to do to Elijah's body.
Elijah closed his eyes and contemplated the possibilities. Forget the elaborate welcome-home dinner, forget the candles, he needed to get more lube. And squirty cream, the sort that comes out of an aerosol can - if he bought some first thing in the morning, before work, and left it in the fridge all day it'd be really cold by tonight. Maybe he should put it in the freezer, Orli would go crazy with it that cold but, no. It'd probably expand and blow up and he'd come home to a destroyed flat and no bed. That would never do, the fridge it was.
A wicked little smile curled at his lips as he got up, dumping his cleaning cloth in the bath and turned off the light. His hand stroked at his cock as he headed back to bed, but no, not now. He's wait. He liked the thought of being half hard and on edge all day waiting in anticipation. Orli had better not be tired because the poor sod had a lot to live up to. Elijah laughed quietly, poor old Orli, he had no idea what was in store for him. Lucky bastard.
Just a day at school to get through.
+
"Orlando? That you?" Elijah called from the kitchen as the front door opened, he stopped for a moment then finished off the carrot he was peeling. "Good trip? Do you feel all high powered and professional now? Sure as hell beats painting pictures of things that begin with B, like my class have done all afternoon. Only so many balloons and babies you can cope with. Dinner will be about an hour, I found this packet of something in the back of the cupboard. You want a beer first?"
He came to a stop, suddenly aware that Orli hadn't spoken. "Orlando? That is you, isn't it?" Elijah wiped his hands on the tea towel and headed towards the door just as Orli appeared. "Christ, what's the matter?"
Orli's face was a dirty grey colour, the skin pulled tight over his cheek bones, his eyes surrounded by dark circles. A wave of disappointment hit Elijah first then, after a slap of guilt, he felt concerned. After all if Orli were ill it would ruin all his plans for tonight.
"Are you all right?" Elijah reached out to touch Orli's face and check if he was too hot but Orli pulled back. "You're not sick, are you?"
"Not sick," Orli voice sounded strange; throaty and gruff.
"What's the matter then? Has something happened?"
"Yeah, something's happened," Orli wiped at his face hard enough to leave a red trail on his skin. His hand was shaking. This wasn't just a cold or something trivial and Orli had said he wasn't ill, so?
"So tell me what the fuck it is, you're scaring me here." Elijah said it jokingly but he wasn't sure that's what he meant. He tried to reach out again but Orli seemed to writhe in his skin and he stepped back. "Orli?" And that one movement scared Elijah more than anything else. Orli pulling away from him? That just didn't happen.
"I…" Orli put his hand over his mouth as he bit at the inside of his cheek. "I wasn't going to tell you like this, not as soon as I walked in the door, but…"
"But what? Just bloody tell me, nothing can be that bad."
"Can't it?"
"No, course not," Elijah said with a confidence that he was clinging onto determinedly. "We'll sort it, whatever it is. You and me together, we can take on the world, just like we always do."
"What if we can't?"
Elijah saw the expression in Orli's eyes and became really frightened for the first time in a very long time. "Just tell me," he said quietly. "We'll be all right, trust me."
"Trust you," Orli repeated to himself. He held onto the back of a chair and looked up. The colour had drained from his skin even more, his eyes seemed stark and overstated in his face, his features too distinct.
Elijah watched and waited. There was nothing more he could say.
"I fucked some bloke while I was away," Orli's eyes never left Elijah's face as he repeated in a simple, straightforward voice. "I fucked some bloke."
*
What am I meant to say?
What am I meant to think? I have to breathe, but how?
He did what?
I don't know what to do, I don't know what to say. It's like time is just standing still and I'm not part of it. I'm not part of anything. I'm not in this flat, not in my body, I'm just floating and nothing and…
Orli's mouth is moving and I have to think about what that means. He's saying something but I don't know what. He did something and I can feel it, feel this pain at the back of my skull that's just threatening to hit me like a plank of wood and I can't breathe.
His hand is coming towards me, I can't cope with that.
I run.
*
"'Lijah please, say something," Orli tried to catch hold of Elijah's arm. He just needed to feel Elijah, just for a moment, feel him solid and warm beneath his hand. "Listen to me, it didn't mean anything, it was a complete mistake but I had to tell you. I couldn't lie, I never lie to you, and we always tell each other everything."
Elijah's face had been blank until the moment Orli tried to touch him and then it filled with an unimaginable pain, and he turned, running round the table.
"Elijah, where you going?" Orli could taste the panic in the back of his throat. Thick, viscous and bitter. "Let me explain."
He caught Elijah in the hall, a hand pressing him hard into the wall. "You can't run out on me, you have to listen," he said in shocked disbelief. "Listen and then we'll sort it out, you always know what to do."
Elijah looked down at the hand on his chest and bolted for the door.
"'Lijah! For fuck's sake come back here," Orli shouted.
But Elijah was off and running, along the passage, down the stairs, out the door and into his car. He sat there for a moment, just sat, until he saw Orli appear in the entrance to the flats. Then he drove, fast as he could, away. Anywhere away.
Five minutes later he parked in a quiet side street, and carefully turned off the engine.
*
Where do I go?
I got in the car to get away but I've just realised I have no place to go. I can't think straight, and I need to think, but there's no place to go.
I can't go to work, school's all closed up now, I can't go to Eileen's - what would I say to her? It's an appalling realisation, but I have no place to go and no one to tell.
I'll just sit here and rest my head against the steering wheel and remember to breathe. Just slow, in and out, don't think not yet…I need to think but
Oh god no…
My stomach muscles have twisted so tight that I think I'm going to be sick but I can't because my throat has closed and…Orli did that.
I curl over tighter, make myself into such a small ball that no one will ever see me again. I'll stay here and disappear and then I'll never have to talk or think again. Never have to think about what he said.
"I fucked some bloke."
Four words and I can't breathe anymore. Should it hurt this much? Is this how normal people react? Half an hour ago I'd have said I was the happiest, luckiest bloke in the world and now?
Don't think, just breathe. Just think about taking the next breath, one at a time. One at a time.
I look up. It's getting dark, I guess I've been here longer than I thought. Some woman's coming up the street and she's looking in the car. I don't want her looking at me, I don't want to be seen.
I can't stay here. I don't have anywhere to go.
Oh fuck.
Pull yourself together Elijah, be practical. Orli's the melodramatic one, not you. So what am I going to do?
I could go to a hotel. Except I haven't got any money on me. No money, no wallet, no coat, no shoes. Jesus, I can't help laughing at myself, no shoes. Thank God I had my car keys in my pocket otherwise I'd be walking the streets penniless and shoeless.
So what are you going to do, idiot?
I've got no choice. I'll have to go home.
*
i am in pain....
Re: i am in pain....
You're right to ask so many questions, most will be answered as the story goes on, but right now Elijah is thinking the same thoughts. How could Orli want someone else?
His trust and belief is shattered.
I'm am so, so pleased that it provoked such a reaction in you, it's all I could have ever asked for. Thank you.