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Adaptation 1: The Phone Call
Adaptation 1: The Phone Call
Author: Titti and Marchwarden
Pairing: OrlandoBloom/CraigParker
Feedback: titti_adriano@hotmail.com and hotblondelf@hotmail.com
Webpage: http://www.tittisrealm.com/fantasy
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: This is the product of our imagination. It never happened and nothing is implied about the lives of the actors herein mentioned.
Note: This was started in an RPG. When I started to play, I did a chat with Marchwarden to see how the characters intereacted. We collected over 100 pages of chats in less than 2 weeks and we're not putting it in fic format. Prepare for a long ride
Summary: Orlando is bored and calls Craig.
Orli's bored. His sister is still sleeping and Atti is nowhere to be found. He scrolls the phone book on his mobile and dials Craig's number. It's been a while since they talked and Orli likes to keep in touch with his friends.
Craig has just finished a morning of shooting, and enters his changing room. He takes his doctor's coat off, and has just managed to take off the button down shirt when his mobile ring. He checks the caller ID and answers. "Haldir's Whore House."
Orli laughs. "Hullo to you, too."
"Orli, you nancying elf-pirate you. Long time no hear." Craig smiles.
"I've been busy, mate," he says smiling. "Where are you hiding?"
"Same place I've always been. Shooting the end of Mercy Peak. Today, I was released for good behaviour."
Orli chuckles. "I know the feeling. I have another week in Mexico and then it's back home for a while." He sits on the couch of his trailer and gets comfortable. "What are your plans now?"
"I've got a convention in September, then one in November and December." Craig reaches for a plain cotton, short sleeved button up and carefully puts it on.
"You're busier than I am. Any chance that we can see you in London? Most of us will be there in the next few weeks," he asks hopeful. "I haven't seen you in a while."
Craig got his pocket calendar and leafed through it, buttoning his shirt up haphazardly, checking the month of September. "When is this?"
"I'll be in London next Tuesday. Sean, Harry, and Cate left today. Vig is there as well," Orli answers as he lies down, a leg resting on the back of the couch.
"I wondered why I couldn't get hold of him. I might be able to make it." He smiles. "Can't let a lovely man down."
"Tease." Orli grins. "It'll be great. Just like in New Zealand."
"You're not going to try and make me bungee jump are you?"
"What is it with everyone?" Orli laughs. "No, I only scare Atti shitless. I would never force anyone else."
"You're a wild man, Orli. We love you for it, but we don't always want to do more than watch you." Amusement tints his voice. He knows there is a lot more than watching that he would like to with the younger Brit on the phone.
Orli lowers his voice, almost purring. "I like to be watched."
He shivers, one hand grasping the chair. Orlando's voice is in itself seductive. And the boy has just purred in his ear. "And you're lovely to watch."
His hand rests on his stomach, his shirt open because of the Mexican heat. "You think so, do you? I like to do more than watch, or being watched."
He knows that the two of them are going into the realm of more than flirtatious. However he can't resist the pull of the voice and the fantasies that have often occupied his thoughts. "I do think so. What else do you like to do, Orli?" He asks, adding a slightly lower tone, more of a purr to the name.
Orli bites his lip. He hadn't planned this. "There are a lot of things I like to do." His breathing fastens at the sound of Craig's voice. "I just need the right person to do them with."
Craig has to sit; he can't stand anymore with the raging hard on. He reaches over and locks his door before starting to stroke himself. "Like what, Orli?" He is almost purring into the phone.
Orli swallows hard as he presses his hand against his crotch. "I like to kiss…" he breathes into the phone. "… like to shove my tongue inside a warm mouth."
His voice changes, an almost Haldir style purr. "Do you like someone to run their tongue over that lovely tattoo near your navel, Orli?"
"Fuck." He unbuttons his trousers and lowers the zipper. "That...that feels really good. I want to play with your nipple. Are they sensitive? Do you want me to bite them?" he purrs.
"I would. Would you like someone to nibble on your ear, Orli? To lick and suck on your neck, Orli?" he continues stroking himself, pausing to play with his own nipples.
His fingers ghost over my neck, wishing that it were Craig's mouth. "Yeah…" He breathes hard. "I would lick your chest, moving down, slowly, wanting to take my time."
"And I would suck on your lovely fingers, with their calluses from swords and bow. And nibble on the inside of your forearms. Lick your Fellowship tattoo."
"God, I want to run my hands over your naked body. I want to feel you wriggle beneath me as I move down and kiss your thighs." Orli pushes his trousers and boxers down to his knees.
"Mm...and I want to hear your lovely voice say my name as I suck on your cock and play with your balls."
Spitting on his palm, Orli begins to stroke my cock. "Fuck, your mouth feels so good...wanna grab your head and just fuck your mouth, see your lips around my prick."
Rubbing pre-come over his cock, arching up slowly into his hand as he pulls his foreskin back and touch the head. "Perhaps I should slick my hand and find your prostate, hmm? And press on it occasionally as I suck. Would you like that, Orli?"
Orli groans. "God, yes…" He spreads his legs as much as he can, his trousers still around his knees. One hand goes past by balls and presses against his hole. "Craig...want to feel your fingers..."
Moaning softly before he speaks again. "Shall I start with one, to stretch you, Orli, as I suck on you?"
"I want you to turn around. Want to feel your cock in my mouth while you stretch me." Orli pushes a finger inside his hole, while he slowly pumps his cock from tip to base.
"Would you suck me, Orli?" He knows he's panting, exerting himself. "Would you use that lovely mouth to please me?"
Orli licks his lips. "I'm closing my mouth around your cock and suck hard. I taste your pre-cum as I push inside your mouth."
"And I'll run my tongue over your head and suck on you."
Orli runs his thumb over the head of his prick. "Mmm, that feels so good, Craig, but...I want more than your fingers...want you to fuck me."
"You want me to fuck you, sweet Orli?"
"Yes...God...I want to feel your cock in me." He pumps faster, massaging his balls with his other hand.
"Mmm...beg me for it, lovely Orli."
He can't think; he just wants release. The words come out without thinking, like a prayer. "Craig...fuck...Craig...please...want you in me...please…"
"That's a good Orli, good Orli..." He's panting and groaning. "Bend over for me and let me take you."
"Want you to pin me down. I wanna feel your body as you take me." Orli arcs his hips and fucks his fist eagerly.
"Mmm…you've got a lovely arse, Orli. Does it feel good as I fill you? Do you like me holding you down as I take you hard?"
"Hard...I want you to take me hard, want to feel you for days," he begs shamelessly. It's been a while since he has allowed to let himself go and he knows he can trust Craig.
"Mmm...I'll take you hard now, Orli. Pressing you down with my body. Stroking your lovely cock with my hand." Craig enjoys being in control, in command of Orlando. The lovely daredevil.
"I can feel your hand on my hip, grabbing so hard that I know that I'll bruise, but…" Breathing has become so difficult. "…I don't care. I'm so close... and I push back as much as your body allows it. I...Craig...I'm close…"
He purrs. "Come for me, Orli. Let me hear you call my name, even as I mark you." His hand moving faster and harder, he is ready to come at the first sounds of Orlando's cry.
"Oh god...god...Craig..." He chokes as he comes over his hand. "Craig," Orli whispers.
Craig begins shuddering and arching as he releases himself, purring Orlando's name.
Orli wipes his hand on his shirt. "Craig, that...fuck...it wasn't expected."
Taking a tissue, he works on cleaning himself. "No complaints though..."
"No...God...can't believe I just had phone sex." He laughs amused.
He chuckles slightly. "Ah, but you're such a lovely man to have it with.." Pausing and purrs the next word in a low seductive tone, "Orlando."
"It's a first for me," he admits shyly. "It's not like I can't find people to shag. God... I sound like a slut." He laughs at himself, shaking his head.
Craig is pleased with himself for being Orli's first in phone sex. "Not a slut, Orlando. A lovely young man exploring the world."
"What about you? Why?" He plays with the hem of his shirt, before looking at it. Oh well, he'll just have to buy a new one.
Craig interestedly notes that he finds he likes calling him Orlando as much as he does calling him Orli. "Because I like you. Because I'm attracted to you."
"Craig...this...I'm...fuck, I think you've just confused the hell out me." He smiles nervously, even if Craig can't see him.
He gives a slight smile. "I never meant to, Orli." He goes back to the nickname in an effort to make the younger man more comfortable.
Orli regains his self-assurance. "Don't worry, mate. Listen, they need me back on the set. I guess I'll talk to you later." Orli hangs up with a sigh. Oh yes, he will make sure that they speak again. And soon.
Author: Titti and Marchwarden
Pairing: OrlandoBloom/CraigParker
Feedback: titti_adriano@hotmail.com and hotblondelf@hotmail.com
Webpage: http://www.tittisrealm.com/fantasy
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: This is the product of our imagination. It never happened and nothing is implied about the lives of the actors herein mentioned.
Note: This was started in an RPG. When I started to play, I did a chat with Marchwarden to see how the characters intereacted. We collected over 100 pages of chats in less than 2 weeks and we're not putting it in fic format. Prepare for a long ride
Summary: Orlando is bored and calls Craig.
Orli's bored. His sister is still sleeping and Atti is nowhere to be found. He scrolls the phone book on his mobile and dials Craig's number. It's been a while since they talked and Orli likes to keep in touch with his friends.
Craig has just finished a morning of shooting, and enters his changing room. He takes his doctor's coat off, and has just managed to take off the button down shirt when his mobile ring. He checks the caller ID and answers. "Haldir's Whore House."
Orli laughs. "Hullo to you, too."
"Orli, you nancying elf-pirate you. Long time no hear." Craig smiles.
"I've been busy, mate," he says smiling. "Where are you hiding?"
"Same place I've always been. Shooting the end of Mercy Peak. Today, I was released for good behaviour."
Orli chuckles. "I know the feeling. I have another week in Mexico and then it's back home for a while." He sits on the couch of his trailer and gets comfortable. "What are your plans now?"
"I've got a convention in September, then one in November and December." Craig reaches for a plain cotton, short sleeved button up and carefully puts it on.
"You're busier than I am. Any chance that we can see you in London? Most of us will be there in the next few weeks," he asks hopeful. "I haven't seen you in a while."
Craig got his pocket calendar and leafed through it, buttoning his shirt up haphazardly, checking the month of September. "When is this?"
"I'll be in London next Tuesday. Sean, Harry, and Cate left today. Vig is there as well," Orli answers as he lies down, a leg resting on the back of the couch.
"I wondered why I couldn't get hold of him. I might be able to make it." He smiles. "Can't let a lovely man down."
"Tease." Orli grins. "It'll be great. Just like in New Zealand."
"You're not going to try and make me bungee jump are you?"
"What is it with everyone?" Orli laughs. "No, I only scare Atti shitless. I would never force anyone else."
"You're a wild man, Orli. We love you for it, but we don't always want to do more than watch you." Amusement tints his voice. He knows there is a lot more than watching that he would like to with the younger Brit on the phone.
Orli lowers his voice, almost purring. "I like to be watched."
He shivers, one hand grasping the chair. Orlando's voice is in itself seductive. And the boy has just purred in his ear. "And you're lovely to watch."
His hand rests on his stomach, his shirt open because of the Mexican heat. "You think so, do you? I like to do more than watch, or being watched."
He knows that the two of them are going into the realm of more than flirtatious. However he can't resist the pull of the voice and the fantasies that have often occupied his thoughts. "I do think so. What else do you like to do, Orli?" He asks, adding a slightly lower tone, more of a purr to the name.
Orli bites his lip. He hadn't planned this. "There are a lot of things I like to do." His breathing fastens at the sound of Craig's voice. "I just need the right person to do them with."
Craig has to sit; he can't stand anymore with the raging hard on. He reaches over and locks his door before starting to stroke himself. "Like what, Orli?" He is almost purring into the phone.
Orli swallows hard as he presses his hand against his crotch. "I like to kiss…" he breathes into the phone. "… like to shove my tongue inside a warm mouth."
His voice changes, an almost Haldir style purr. "Do you like someone to run their tongue over that lovely tattoo near your navel, Orli?"
"Fuck." He unbuttons his trousers and lowers the zipper. "That...that feels really good. I want to play with your nipple. Are they sensitive? Do you want me to bite them?" he purrs.
"I would. Would you like someone to nibble on your ear, Orli? To lick and suck on your neck, Orli?" he continues stroking himself, pausing to play with his own nipples.
His fingers ghost over my neck, wishing that it were Craig's mouth. "Yeah…" He breathes hard. "I would lick your chest, moving down, slowly, wanting to take my time."
"And I would suck on your lovely fingers, with their calluses from swords and bow. And nibble on the inside of your forearms. Lick your Fellowship tattoo."
"God, I want to run my hands over your naked body. I want to feel you wriggle beneath me as I move down and kiss your thighs." Orli pushes his trousers and boxers down to his knees.
"Mm...and I want to hear your lovely voice say my name as I suck on your cock and play with your balls."
Spitting on his palm, Orli begins to stroke my cock. "Fuck, your mouth feels so good...wanna grab your head and just fuck your mouth, see your lips around my prick."
Rubbing pre-come over his cock, arching up slowly into his hand as he pulls his foreskin back and touch the head. "Perhaps I should slick my hand and find your prostate, hmm? And press on it occasionally as I suck. Would you like that, Orli?"
Orli groans. "God, yes…" He spreads his legs as much as he can, his trousers still around his knees. One hand goes past by balls and presses against his hole. "Craig...want to feel your fingers..."
Moaning softly before he speaks again. "Shall I start with one, to stretch you, Orli, as I suck on you?"
"I want you to turn around. Want to feel your cock in my mouth while you stretch me." Orli pushes a finger inside his hole, while he slowly pumps his cock from tip to base.
"Would you suck me, Orli?" He knows he's panting, exerting himself. "Would you use that lovely mouth to please me?"
Orli licks his lips. "I'm closing my mouth around your cock and suck hard. I taste your pre-cum as I push inside your mouth."
"And I'll run my tongue over your head and suck on you."
Orli runs his thumb over the head of his prick. "Mmm, that feels so good, Craig, but...I want more than your fingers...want you to fuck me."
"You want me to fuck you, sweet Orli?"
"Yes...God...I want to feel your cock in me." He pumps faster, massaging his balls with his other hand.
"Mmm...beg me for it, lovely Orli."
He can't think; he just wants release. The words come out without thinking, like a prayer. "Craig...fuck...Craig...please...want you in me...please…"
"That's a good Orli, good Orli..." He's panting and groaning. "Bend over for me and let me take you."
"Want you to pin me down. I wanna feel your body as you take me." Orli arcs his hips and fucks his fist eagerly.
"Mmm…you've got a lovely arse, Orli. Does it feel good as I fill you? Do you like me holding you down as I take you hard?"
"Hard...I want you to take me hard, want to feel you for days," he begs shamelessly. It's been a while since he has allowed to let himself go and he knows he can trust Craig.
"Mmm...I'll take you hard now, Orli. Pressing you down with my body. Stroking your lovely cock with my hand." Craig enjoys being in control, in command of Orlando. The lovely daredevil.
"I can feel your hand on my hip, grabbing so hard that I know that I'll bruise, but…" Breathing has become so difficult. "…I don't care. I'm so close... and I push back as much as your body allows it. I...Craig...I'm close…"
He purrs. "Come for me, Orli. Let me hear you call my name, even as I mark you." His hand moving faster and harder, he is ready to come at the first sounds of Orlando's cry.
"Oh god...god...Craig..." He chokes as he comes over his hand. "Craig," Orli whispers.
Craig begins shuddering and arching as he releases himself, purring Orlando's name.
Orli wipes his hand on his shirt. "Craig, that...fuck...it wasn't expected."
Taking a tissue, he works on cleaning himself. "No complaints though..."
"No...God...can't believe I just had phone sex." He laughs amused.
He chuckles slightly. "Ah, but you're such a lovely man to have it with.." Pausing and purrs the next word in a low seductive tone, "Orlando."
"It's a first for me," he admits shyly. "It's not like I can't find people to shag. God... I sound like a slut." He laughs at himself, shaking his head.
Craig is pleased with himself for being Orli's first in phone sex. "Not a slut, Orlando. A lovely young man exploring the world."
"What about you? Why?" He plays with the hem of his shirt, before looking at it. Oh well, he'll just have to buy a new one.
Craig interestedly notes that he finds he likes calling him Orlando as much as he does calling him Orli. "Because I like you. Because I'm attracted to you."
"Craig...this...I'm...fuck, I think you've just confused the hell out me." He smiles nervously, even if Craig can't see him.
He gives a slight smile. "I never meant to, Orli." He goes back to the nickname in an effort to make the younger man more comfortable.
Orli regains his self-assurance. "Don't worry, mate. Listen, they need me back on the set. I guess I'll talk to you later." Orli hangs up with a sigh. Oh yes, he will make sure that they speak again. And soon.