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Just for Fun

Author: waqaychay
Pairing: orlilly
Rating: nc-17
Warning: none
Summary: Billy and Orli are just having a little fun, but nothing is ever as simple as it seems.
Disclaimer: not mine, don't know them, never happened.
A/N: by popular demand... ;D

I noticed it right away. How could I have missed it? Even from across the airport, I could see it. Orlando Bloom is one fucking sexy man. Not in a rugged masculine way, but in a pretty boy, sex toy sort of way. The kind of way that makes you want to handcuff him to your bed and make him beg.

Of course, there was no bed on the plane we took to New Zealand, so I tied him to the sink in the restroom, instead.

It was surprisingly easy to get him there. Pretty he may be, but he's not the brightest bulb in the chandelier, if you get my meaning. We talked for about an hour, chatting about our auditions and past performances. A few flattering remarks about his accent, his cheekbones, his physique, and he was blushing and squirming in his seat. I even got him to bring the subject up. "Wow, man, that's.... Are you hitting on me, or what?" He laughed nervously and was absolutely edible all flushed and unsure.

I smiled innocently, reassuringly. "Not really, mate." My smile turned wicked. "But I can, if that's what you want. You like the lads? Because I have to admit I fancy you, and I've never had sex on an airplane before."

He stammered for a moment, then asked, "But we're going to have to work together. For a long time, man. Can we...?"

It was interesting that he didn't turn me down right away. And very gratifying. "What's the problem? We're two young blokes, and it's just a bit of fun. Doesn't have to mean anything. Meet me in the loo?" Then, I left my seat and headed toward the restroom. I only had to wait a moment for Orlando to follow.

Once in the tiny restroom, I shoved Orlando against the wall and snogged him good and proper, not even caring that I had to drag his face down to meet my own, even when I stood on tiptoe. When I pulled away, he was breathless. I am a damned fine kisser, if I do say so myself. And I do. I shoved him face first over the sink and whipped off his belt. He didn't fight me as I tied his wrists to the faucet, just sighed and rubbed his arse against my groin. "Not the first time a man's tied you up, is it?" I growled in his ear.

"No," he practically moaned. "Seems everyone wants to do it."

"That's because you're fucking gorgeous all bound up like this." I had to stand on my tiptoes again to lean over his back and nip his neck. He threw his head back and wiggled under me. I was hard already and ground my cock into his hip.

Orlando tugged at his restraints and spread his legs a little wider, bending even further forward to accomodate our height differences. "God, your accent is fucking sexy. Never had a Scottish bloke before."

Not for the first time, I thanked God I was born in Scotland. English boys always love the burr. "You like the way I talk, eh? That's good, 'cause I don't think I can be quiet for this." I reached under him and popped open his button fly and was a little disappointed to find he was wearing pants. But no matter, a quick yank and both jeans and pants were around his knees. "Holy fuck," I gasped and palmed his perfect, white arse. "You could bounce quarters off this thing. Makes me wanna just...." I tried to kneel in the cramped space, but there just wasn't room. Instead, I leaned forward and nipped him, just below the base of his spine. With my left hand, I slipped a finger inside the cleft of his arse, looking for the tightly puckered muscle. With my right, I unzipped myself and drew out my cock. I slapped his arse cheeks with it a little and chuckled at how good that felt.

"Hey," he groaned. "Quit fucking around back there. We don't have a lot of time." He arched his back a little, trying to get my cock to slip between the halves of his arse. Flexing his cheeks, he humped against me a little, and I broke.

"Shite, shite, shite," I chanted, fumbling in my jeans pocket for my wallet. I dug out a condom and a travel packet of lube and had myself ready in seconds. Orlando startled like a frightened cat when I shoved one slick finger up his hole. "Shhh, baby," I soothed. "It's all right." I pet his back through his shirt, trying to calm him.

Working himself on my finger, Orlando hissed, "Don't fucking call me 'baby,' man."

He was opening up to me like a fucking flower, so I shoved in two more fingers. "Yeah, baby, whatever you want." He grunted and bucked and I shoved up his shirt so I could bite his shoulder blades. And then I stopped dead and gaped. "What...? Are you...?"

Orlando froze under me, then sighed heavily. "It's an old scar. I'm fine, just fuck me already." He writhed under me again, but I didn't resume fingerfucking him yet. I ran a clean finger down the long, inch-wide strip of smooth scar tissue that went all down his spine. Leaning over, I kissed him, just to the left of the mark, then just to the right. Then I shoved my cock into him. "Fuck!" He arched again and bucked back against me in an attempt to get me to start thrusting, but I just rested in him a moment.

"Ah, you're a beauty, aren't you, lad?" I sighed. "So wanton. Just begging to be fucked. Not even asking me to touch your cock." I reached around his side and palmed his balls, which were a nice, furry weight in my hand, then slid my hand up his cock. And up, and up. "Fuck, boy, you're hung, aren't you? How long is this thing?"

Not answering, Orlando just thrust slightly into my hand then back onto my cock. "Fuck me, fuck me," he gasped.

I didn't think I could hold out much longer, so I complied. I did him hard against the sink, jerking him off to a tempo slower than my hips. I couldn't believe how tight he was, or how submissive he was being. He clenched his hands around the belt and just hung on, letting me do whatever I wanted to his body. I ran my free hand over his back, tickled his armpits, tweaked his pointy little nipples, smacked his perfect arse cheeks. "Such a slut, aren't you, Orlando?" I growled at him when I was close to coming. "Such a slut for me. Are you going to come soon? I don't think I can last much longer. Fuck, your arse is so hot, so tight."

Orlando threw his head back again, and I could see his face in the mirror above the sink. His skin was flushed and his eyes were closed. He was gasping for breath. "Yeah, yeah," was all he said, then suddenly, he was coming, shooting his come into the sink. I closed my eyes and slammed into him a few more times, loving the way he clamped down on my cock, and finally came, long and hard, as deep in him as I could get.

I pulled out quickly, then practically fell onto the toilet seat. Gulping in air, I rested for a moment before reaching over to release his wrists. When he was free, he stood upright and raised his arms to the ceiling, leaning a bit to the left then to the right as he stretched his back muscles. "All right, mate?" I asked, concerned I had aggravated whatever was wrong with his back.

"'M fine, just a little stiff."

Chucking, I pointed to the limp cock hanging between his thighs. "Not anymore, baby."

He frowned at the endearment, but didn't say anything about it, just reached down and pulled up his pants and jeans. "That was good. Thanks."

"Thank you." I peeled off the condom and flushed it down the toilet before standing and doing up my own zip. We each washed our hands, his white come swirling down the drain with the soapy water, then Orlando peeked out the door to see if anyone was watching. The coast was clear, so we headed back to our seats. I was a little proud of myself when Orlando winced a bit as he sat.

We didn't chat much after that. We had a nap, then a few drinks -- it was my birthday, after all, and I had a lot to celebrate just then -- then I had him again in the washroom. He rode my cock as I sat on the toilet, that time, facing me so I could suck on his little nipples and jerk him off onto my stomach. I left his come there for the rest of the flight.

When we arrived in New Zealand, I let Orlando fuck me in an airport bathroom. We didn't even make it to a stall, just went at it on the floor doggy-style until my knees collapsed and I landed face first on the dirty tile. Orlando pulled out then, and fisted himself until he showered me in come. I had never been fucked better in my life. He was perfect inside me, knew just how to work that fucking long dick of his. The boy is bloody gifted, both in size and artistry.

The rest of the weekend was much the same. Orlando and I hung out, chatted, fucked, became friends. It was nice, just the two of us. But then Monday came, and it was time to go to work. After our separate get-to-know-everyone meetings, we met up for lunch, to compare notes and maybe have a quickie. As I was fucking him in the backseat of my rental car, he looked up at me and gasped, "Billy, Billy. I wanna.... Billy, will you... keep fucking me!"

"Fuck, yeah," I growled. "Fuck you so hard you come screaming my name." And he did.

But afterward, he said, "I meant, will you still wanna fool around when we really start getting into filming? I mean.... Shite. Would you want something more permanent, like.... Fuck, Billy, would you go out with me sometime, like on a date?"

I was a little taken aback. I tossed the used condom out the window and zipped up. "Orlando. Orli, I don't know. I don't really date coworkers. Not seriously."

Orlando frowned at me, pouting so prettily I wanted to slide my cock back into his mouth. "But you'll fuck them?"

"Well, yeah, that's just two people getting off, no strings. Just a bit of fun, remember?"

He wasn't happy, I could tell, but he nodded his head. "Yeah, I remember. I've gotta run. I've got a script meeting with Peter and Fran in half an hour." And he was out the door before I could say anything else.

I felt bad for Orlando, really. I didn't lie to him, though. I had no intention of dating any member of the cast or crew on this shoot. But maybe I should have kept my mouth shut about that, just in case I suddenly fell in love on set. I didn't want to hurt Orlando, after all, and anything could happen.

And anything did happen, because I had a meeting myself in a few minutes. A costume fitting with the other hobbits... and that's where I met Dominic Monaghan.

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Not the brightest bulb in the chandelier... *SMIRK*

Yeah, that was hot. Nice and uncomplicated and I loved the punchline.

aw, thank you very much! :D

Seriously, I nearly didn't read this b/c of the pairing -- mainly the Orli part, b/c he's more've a girl than I am! -- but I'm glad I did!

"Not the first time a man's tied you up, is it?" I growled in his ear.

"No," he practically moaned. "Seems everyone wants to do it."
Yeah, it was fun trying to explain to my husband just what had me howling with laughter over at the computer...

Fun little fic! Especially the very last line, as that's where my ~~lust~~ leanings lie. :)

well, i'm glad you read it and liked it! thank you! :D i almost didn't write it, actually. i'm not an orli fan, either, but i have to admit he's a pretty man and i almost never see him with billy.... so, there you go.

Especially the very last line, as that's where my ~~lust~~ leanings lie

omg, another monaboyd fan! yay! that's what i usually write. i've got a whole series, almost 50 parts, here (http://waqaychay.livejournal.com/145038.html), if you'd like to check it out. :D

another monaboyd fan! yay! that's what i usually write. See, I knew I'd seen your name around. *headdesk* Don't mind me; I'm lucky to remember my own name sometimes. I actually just finished my first Monaboyd (my beta has it & the wait is killing me) and have another, longer one in the works. I do think I'll check out your series though, thanks! :)

i'm afraid i don't post often to

fellow_shippers. i used to post to

monaboyd, but not anymore. most of my stuff is only on my personal lj now. if you like the series, feel free to friend me so you don't miss the next parts. :D

i can't wait to read your stories! monaboyd needs more writers. we need to share the love! *lol*

NGhhhhh... THAT was HOT!

yay! thanks, penny! *hugs*

love the icon, btw! *lol*

As long as Billy is getting screwed or doing the screwing I am happy! And Ori is very nice to look at!

*hahaha* ~~billy h0r!~~

And Ori is very nice to look at!

And I'll bet nice to screw too! :P

HAHAHAHA!!! no doubt about that! i bet that boys has skillz.

ooooh, nice. lovely descriptions, and it was hot.

thank you very much! :D

Taking an indulgent moment to read fics before I trudge back into the report that is due tomorrow. (Work is sooooo kicking my butt! Just get me through this week and I will be okay!) LOVE! LOVE! LOVE! This was funny and sexy and hot as hell in the summer.
"When I pulled away, he was breathless. I am a damned fine kisser, if I do say so myself. And I do." This is my favorite quote! I think a lot of people think that they are good kissers when they aren't. However, I firmly believe that Billy is a good kisser. I also think that he's one of the people that realizes the erotic quality of a kiss, which is why you don't see a ton of kissy pictures with Billy. He doesn't just kiss everyone, unlike Dom who has slutted it up with anyone that he has ever met practically. Not that it's a bad thing. In fact I like when Dom is being a male slut. Especially, when he's being slutty for Billy! Which brings me to my next point... I love the way that this fic ended. Any chance that you would continue with the Billy/Dom section? Of course, you can have Orlando hook up with someone else, like Viggo or Sean Bean or even Karl Urban. I don't want him to be left out in the cold. If you don't continue, I'll be quite content to reread this again and again. I know you were a bit apprehensive about writing Billy with someone other than Dom, but I think you nailed it!

*blushes furiously* oh, thank you, sweetheart! that's all very kind of you to write.

I firmly believe that Billy is a good kisser

i do believe you are right. :D billy just looks like the kind of guy that would take his time with it, go slow and deep, and just leave you absolutely breathless. *sigh* i'm positive that man knows how to devastate a woman with just his lips. and i never really thought of it before, but you're probably right about that being the reason he doesn't make out everyone he meets, like some sluts who will remain nameless ~~dom~~. ;D not that i would mind if he did. we need more pictures of billy kissing ~~men~~.

i'm feeling very ~~strikey~~ tonight. *hee*

I love the way that this fic ended

there's no denying i'm a monaboyd girl at heart. *lol* i can never write another pairing without sticking in a little monaboyd shoutout. i am planning a sequel to this one. billy and dom do get together, but you might be surprised who orli ends up with. don't worry about him being out in the cold. he'll have plenty to keep him warm. *heh heh*

Okay, YAY for continuing! Now, if you end up with Orli with Dom and Billy, I think that I will just have to die and go to hot man sex heaven! Yum!

if you end up with Orli with Dom and Billy

you read my mind! *heeheehee*

I really like the cheerful honestly of Billy's POV, the way he has no romantic illusions aboput Orlando, just good hot sex. Also that he switches, gets fucked instead of just topping, yum. I'm not a Billy/Dom shipper, so I would have been just as happy if the end had been anyone else, but having him imply that something more emotional happens after is wonderful. Nice job!

PS please do post on the comms!

you know, i received such a warm welcome here, i think i might just be doing more of that. :D

wow, thank you so much! i have to admit i'm a monaboyd gal through and through, so i was a little worried about writing orlilly. i'm really glad you enjoyed it, though.

although i really like a toppy billy, having him switch is a big turn-on for me, so it happens a lot in my fic. it's just not fair to let all the other boys have all the fun! ;D