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Fic: Us Against The World -- Damaged story 5 Elijah/Orli N17 6/10
I’m away this weekend so I thought I’d post this now. I’ve just got it ‘final checked’ in time.
Title: Us Against The World – Damaged story 5
Chapter: Five
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 once a week.
The first four stories can be found in my memories.
Thank you to my darling otp![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
grievous_angel for the wonderful beta and all the support, and to annwyn55 for making the beautiful icon that goes with the fic.
This story is for Pum. She knows why and it is perfect.
Us Against The World
Chapter Six
They’d only gone about fifteen miles when Orli realised there was an atmosphere in the car. Elijah hadn’t said much during the journey, he’d sat in the passenger seat, one foot propped up on the dashboard, chewing at his fingers, staring at nothing. Orli knew the body language, Elijah was thinking and best left alone.
But now something was changing, Elijah was twitching, his shoulders rolling as he hitched himself this way and that in the seat. Bloodied cuticles told of feelings that were best left alone when you were driving at eighty miles an hour on the motorway. Orli stood it for a while, making small talk that was ignored, turning down the radio every time it was set too loud to concentrate, but in the end he couldn’t take it. “You want something to eat?”
“What?”
“Do you want something to eat? You know, that stuff you put in your mouth and swallow,” he nodded at the sign for a service station.
“Yeah, suppose so.”
Orli didn’t say anything, indicating for the next exit.
The service station was heaving with people. Coaches were spewing out ever growing numbers of slow moving, blue-rinsed old ladies and over excited teenagers with the name of the junior athletics club they ran for on their backs and mobile phones glued to their ears. Add that to thousands of families and it wasn’t a great place to be.
Orli pushed his way through to the fast food outlet, the queue was about a million miles long.
“Fuck,” Elijah hissed behind him.
“You want to try the restaurant?”
“Do I want to pay twenty quid for a burnt bit of unidentifiable meat? Do me a favour,” Elijah stalked off, hands sunk deep in his pockets, back hunched.
“Hey,” Orli jogged after him. “We could get a sandwich? Eat it in the car?”
“You have an answer for everything, don’t you?” Elijah slung the words over his shoulder, as he elbowed his way through the crowd. “You’re so practical, so rational.”
“Would you slow down, I’m only trying to find some food.”
“Maybe I don’t want anything to eat. Maybe the whole world doesn’t revolve around your stomach. There are other more important things happening you know.”
“What do you want to do then?”
“I want to get away from these fucking morons and their idiot families,” Elijah stopped dead in his tracks, making a couple of snogging teenagers scowl and hiss as they bumped into him, and turned to face Orli.
“What are you shouting at me for?” Orli asked reasonably, as the streams of people slowed and parted around them. Some were stopping to watch, looking Elijah up and down in that way that gnawed at Orli.
“’Cos I don’t see anyone else that I know well enough to shout at,” Elijah’s eyes were blazing, his hands were on his hips but there was a wobble in his shoulders.
“That’s not fair.”
And suddenly Elijah couldn’t take it anymore. He had to get away from all the people and all the noise. They were starting to press down on him, making his head hurt till it felt like it would burst. He turned and ran. Orli was acutely aware of all the staring faces, that innate bit of nosiness that makes watching soap operas so satisfying coming into play. He went after Elijah.
Elijah had gone haring out the main doors, past the kids play area, across a couple of car parks, over the petrol station forecourt and up the hill that sheltered the service station. He stood near the top looking down at the traffic on the motorway as it thundered past. All those people desperate to get somewhere else. Why didn’t they just stay at home?
Orli got half way up and stopped, hands on hips, trying to get his breath back. It was becoming a bit of a habit, chasing after Elijah. If they kept this up he’d have to start training seriously. “You done running?” he asked.
Elijah looked back, his hands patting his pockets as though he were looking for cigarettes. Fucking stupid, he hadn’t smoked for years. Another thing to get angry about. “Fuck off,” he growled.
“What the bleeding hell are you mad at me for?” Orli plodded the rest of the way up. “I haven’t done anything wrong.”
“You’re here, aren’t you? That’s enough.”
“Oh that’s really intelligent. You really want me to piss off?”
“Just,” he turned his back on Orli. “Stop looking at me with your sympathetic smile and pitying eyes.”
“I do not pity you,” Orli said incredulously.
“Course you do, you either pity me or want to fuck me. Just like everyone else.”
Just like everyone else. Oh no, Orli wasn’t going to take that. He grabbed Elijah by the arm and spun him round, angrier than he could remember being for a long time, and not sure who it was directed at. At least he knew now what that sensation was that had been itching at his back for hours, sheer anger. “Now you hold on a bloody minute, I do not pity you and I am not like everyone else.”
“No?” Elijah stared him down, eyes every bit as angry. “You’re too nice to be like everyone else. All you do is worry about little old me, worry about how to protect the retard.”
“You shit,” Orli felt like he’d been slapped in the face. “All right, yeah, when your mum first told us, all I could think about was protecting you.” He caught hold of Elijah’s other arm, shaking him just a bit. “I wanted to hold you so bloody tight that none of the pain could get through to you. I wanted to make it better for you, whilst screaming at the world because my insides were screwing up so hard I couldn’t function. But now?” He shook a bit harder. “Now I’ve had a chance to think about it I want to get a gun, hunt that evil fucker down and kill him.”
He took a deep breath, hissing it out through his teeth. “No,” he consciously unclenched his fists and flexed his fingers. “I want to rip his sick head off with my bare hands and believe me, this time I could do it. I want to see his face as he dies.” What did they say? Revenge was a dish best served cold. Too right.
He stood Elijah back on his feet and let go. “Stop being so bleeding self-pitying, this isn’t about you, you haven’t done anything wrong.”
“I fucked my bloody father!” Orli might have vented some of his anger but Elijah hadn’t.
“So? That makes him the evil bastard, not you.”
“Just think about that for a bit,” Elijah shouted, his face getting redder and closer to Orli’s. “My father’s an evil bastard and my mother’s the wicked witch of the west according to you. What the hell does that make me? Genes for personality must get passed on, it explains sins of the fathers and all that shit.”
“Oh fuck off,” Orli exclaimed. “You’re you, not your parents. I’m not prissy and repressed like my dad,” he stopped for a moment. “At least I hope not. And you’re not a selfish nutter like your mum. I wouldn’t be bloody with you if you were anything like her and I’d have long since gone running for the hills if there were even a hint of your father in you. You’re not like them ‘Lijah.”
Elijah’s anger seemed to drain away, leaving him ashen and scared. “Are you sure?”
“Jesus bloody shit I…” Orli stopped, his hand going up to his mouth. He took a step towards Elijah then another, away, till he ended walking in almost a full circle. He took a deep breath and let it out slowly, deliberately calming himself. “Do you trust me, even with all the shit I’ve pulled over the years, do you one hundred percent trust me?”
Elijah could answer that one easily. “Yes.”
“Do you trust my judgement one hundred percent?”
Again, “Yes.”
“Then trust me when I tell you, you are nothing like either of your parents. How can I be so sure?” Orli didn’t stop, answering his own question and pulling at Elijah’s hand. “Because I know you. Deep down inside I know you to your bones. You are a good man, better than me, better than anyone else I know.” Orli said it so emphatically, so insistently, and with such utter conviction that, oh so slowly, Elijah had no choice but to believe him.
“Are you worried, like your mum was, that you take after him?”
Elijah looked away, trying to pull his hand from Orli’s. Orli held fast. “Look at me,” Orli squeezed his fingers. “’Lijah look at me.” Slowly Elijah turned back. “You believe in me don’t you? You know I don’t tell you lies?” Elijah nodded. “Then believe this, you have nothing to worry about. You are nothing like your father. You are decent and honest, I know it and so does everyone else, even your mum has come to believe it. Hell knows what she went through with him but she knows now that you are nothing like him. You have to believe all of us.”
“I guess, maybe,” Elijah ducked his head but quickly looked back. “But what if I start turning into him?”
“Then I’ll kick you in the head till you stop.” Orli said it so deadpan, so seriously that Elijah had no choice but to laugh, the last of the anger and fear dripping away. He dropped down onto the grass and lay out on his back, rubbing at his face.
“You’re mental, you know that, don’t you? Bloody mental,” he looked up at Orli, then suddenly grabbed his hand and pulled him down. Pushing and poking at Orli, Elijah settled him in just the right position so he could use his shoulder as a head rest. “As if you could rip anybody’s head off or kick it in.”
“I might not rip your head off,” Orli admitted. “But I’d have a fair go at his.”
“Really?” Elijah rolled onto his belly and propped his chin on Orli’s arm. “My hero.”
“Stop being so bloody flippant,” Orli sat up abruptly and Elijah’s head bumped down to his lap. “Yeah, I’d kill him for what he’s done to you. He came after you and fucked you because he knew you were his son. I’d kill him because he’s just plain evil, hell, I’d even kill him for the fear he put on your mum’s face.”
“Are you sure about that?”
“Well, I dunno about your mum but, fuck it Elijah,” Orli’s hand had been soft in Elijah’s hair, now it tightened. “Yeah, I could kill him.”
“I didn’t realise you were serious,” Elijah sat up as well, pushing in close to Orli.
“Sometimes I am, usually about you,” Orli picked at the grass, needing something to occupy his hands. “Shit, even I could do with a cigarette right now.”
“We could always go and buy some?” Elijah suggested hopefully.
“No.” Orli nudged him. “Were you listening to me? Have you got things straight in that stupid head of yours? You are not the least bit like either of your parents.”
“I’m just scared of ending up like them.”
“You won’t, I won’t let you.”
“Yeah, I know. It’s just that…” Elijah shrugged, unable to finish the sentence.
Orli nudged again. “Trust me if you can’t trust yourself, you aren’t like them.”
Elijah looked at Orli for a long moment, his face very serious. Then he turned his gaze to the traffic thundering past, but he didn’t really see it. “I know,” he admitted eventually. “And I do trust you.” Slowly a small smile started to tug at the corners of his mouth and he looked up through his lashes. “Even thought you’re just a little bit prissy like your dad.”
“You shit,” Orli caught him in a too tight hug, rolling him over and pressing him down into the grass.
“Hey, I never said you were repressed, hell you think of things to do in bed that even I hadn’t heard of. You’re just a bit prissy,” Elijah locked his hands round the back of Orli’s neck and grinned up gratefully.
Orli bit him, hard and wet and noisy on his neck, so that when he pulled away there were teeth marks as well as the love bite that was colouring up beautifully.
“Bastard,” Elijah rubbed at the spot, then twisted his head round trying to see even though he knew it was impossible. He pushed the collar of his jacket down so that it would show better. Well, if you were lucky enough to be marked by someone as gorgeous as Orli there was no harm in letting the whole world know the fact. He looked up at Orli, with real warmth in his eyes. “Thank you.”
“What did I do?” Orli asked suspiciously.
“Nothing, just for being you.”
Orli pushed the hair up from Elijah's face and kissed him softly.
Elijah thought he could have stayed there all day, all week, forever. There on top of a hill, where no one knew them. Half way down the motorway. “What do you want to do now?”
“Get something to eat?” Orli suggested and then his eyes began to twinkle. “Or are you going to throw another wobbly?”
“I do not throw...” Elijah thought better of arguing, he didn’t have a lot of evidence on his side after all. “All right, I’ll let you drag me back in that hell hole. My bum’s wet lying here.”
“You should have thought of that before you threw your wobbly up here,” Orli climbed off him and stood up, reaching down to help Elijah up. “Burger or proper food?” He slung an arm around Elijah’s waist as they made their way down the hill.
“Which ever has the shortest queue,” Elijah hooked his fingers in the back pocket of Orli’s jeans.
“Proper food it is then, you always wait ages at the burger places,” Orli’s hand slipped down the back of Elijah’s jeans and rubbed at his backside, trying to warm it up.
+
Home.
Best place in the whole wide world by about a million miles. Home. It didn’t matter if the bed was still in the living room and that there was decorating equipment strewn over half the flat. Or even if the bedroom needed one final coat of paint before the carpet went down, it was still home and still the best flat Elijah had ever known. Ever.
Orli dumped the bags in the hall and went into the kitchen, moaning on about the price of milk at service stations and whose turn it was to empty the dustbins. Elijah let his own bag slip from his shoulder, closed the front door and leaned back against it.
Home.
Safe.
He closed his eyes, breathed in the scent of new paint and musty washing and, ignoring the words, let the sound of Orli’s voice wash over him. Home. Safe. Best feeling in the world. The shit out there never seemed to stop, there’d be a lull then something else would come along and knock them sideways again. In here he felt safe and protected and...
“You all right pumpkin?” Orli’s hand was soft on Elijah’s face.
Elijah pushed into the touch, opened his eyes and looked at Orli. Tall and solid enough for Elijah’s liking. Everything he ever wanted, all he ever needed. “Yeah, I was just thinking.”
“What about?” Orli handed him a cup of tea and a chocolate digestive. Chocolate digestives; did it get any safer, any more like home than that?
“Ages ago you said it was us against the world and I was just thinking that you were right.”
Orli stopped and assessed Elijah for a moment. “Not just us, there’s Rose and my mum. Maybe I should include your mum as well now, although I’m not too sure about that.”
Elijah didn’t know about it either. “Did you just call me pumpkin?”
Orli had the decency to look sheepish, ducking his head and giving Elijah the rest of the packet.
+
Elijah walked into the bathroom, closed the door part way behind him and turned on the light. The long mirror was slightly misty after Orli’s shower and he wiped it with his fist. It still wasn’t clean enough so he caught up a towel and rubbed at it till the whole surface was clear.
He stood and looked at himself in it for a while then slowly, carefully, took all his clothes off till he stood naked. He looked at himself again, critically, trying to see what others saw.
Yes, he was good to look at, he could see why others would think so. Younger looking than his years, pale, slim with sharp bones and soft flesh. A body of contradictions, boyish hips but a man’s cock. White skin, dark hair. Rounded belly, muscled legs. But that wasn’t enough, not to cause the reaction he did.
He sighed, not frustrated but accepting, resigned. He still had it, that indefinable something that he’d cultivated for so long that now he couldn’t stop it. At first he’d made himself act sexy, sexual. It had come easy but still he’d worked on it till he could make anyone drool with no effort at all. And then it had become such a part of him that he couldn’t turn it off.
He’d known it back then but it hadn’t bothered him, why should it? The rewards were wonderful and he couldn’t see any drawbacks. No drawbacks until he’d tried to turn it off and discovered he couldn’t. Still it hadn’t bothered him until he registered Orli’s dislike. Then he’d thought about it, thought about it long and hard. Thought about all the tricks he played unconsciously, all the little moves and looks. Thought about them and stopped them all.
But it hadn’t made any difference. Still everyone looked at him, wanted to touch him, did touch him. And Orli hated it.
Elijah hated the reaction that Orli tried to hide every time it happened. But still he couldn’t stop it. Even after all these years he still couldn’t stop the reaction he provoked. Something seemed to ooze from him, like an aura of sex or maybe he did have a ‘come fuck me’ sign over his head.
He thought about all the people that had enjoyed his body over the years. All the people. He’d long since lost count how many. He stared at himself, facing the fact even if he shied away from the number. Again it didn’t matter, there wouldn’t be anymore. The number was fixed forever, whatever happened no one else would ever touch him, no one but Orli.
What did he think of his body? As long as it pleased Orli he didn’t much care, it was just a body. But one, along with the ‘something,’ that people wanted, that affected every other relationship he’d had, that made him different.
People didn’t want to talk to him or get to know him. They wanted him naked, preferably held down.
He twisted to each side, looking. Nope, it wasn’t a physical reason, it was something inside, something he couldn’t control but no one could see past. No one except Orli. At one time he’d thought of it as gift, now he knew it to be a curse.
Is that what had made his father act like he did? Had the ‘something’ that oozed from him caused his father to fuck him? Had he brought it on himself, made his father want him?
But his father had tracked him down without knowing him. Set up the room and the camera, set up his son. He tried to remember back but it was all so hazy, so commonplace. He knew one thing though, he hadn’t met the man before he turned up outside the school gate saying Silvia had sent him. For once Elijah hadn’t been the cause of the problem. He always tried to be honest with himself, he knew the mess lies caused, and that one hadn’t been his fault.
The silvery scar suddenly caught his eye. It had almost faded now, disappearing to the point that he didn’t even think about it most of the time. He’d almost forgotten about his lack of a ball as well. Orli didn’t care, why should he?
Orli didn’t care about anything like that. Didn’t care about any of the things that everyone else thought were so important. He cared about, worried about, what went on on the inside. Elijah himself was what Orli cared about, was the only thing that Orli cared about. He enjoyed the box Elijah came in, but it didn’t really matter to him.
But Orli was still frightened of the cancer.
Elijah hadn’t realised that, not the extent at least. Oh, he’d been frightened himself. Days when he’d woken up and just didn’t feel well. Those days when there was no discernable cause were the worst, he couldn’t pin it down to anything and the ‘C’ word floated round in the back of his mind. Days when he’d stood naked in front of the mirror, here or in the old flat, looking for lumps, thinking he could feel them when there weren’t any.
He sighed and looked again. There weren’t any lumps now, not today, and he felt healthy. He couldn’t get ill, he’d seen what it would do to Orli in that one brief moment when the strain had crossed his face. He couldn’t do that to Orli, he wouldn’t.
He was scared of dying, he always had been, but now it was so much worse. Now he had something to lose. And he couldn’t hurt Orli. That thought was unthinkable; unbearable.
He knew what it would be like if he got ill. Orli would wipe his face every time he was sick, clasp his hand through every treatment. Then, when there was nothing left to try, Orli would hold him in his arms, like in some cheap romance novel, whilst he died. He would even have a good death, thanks to Orli, a completely different one to what he could have expected before. Maybe he wasn’t afraid of dying it’s self, just the leaving. Leaving Orli behind.
It would be all right for him but unbearable for Orli. Not again, he couldn’t be left again, not after Shane.
But maybe his sickness wasn’t physical. Maybe he was sick on the inside, sick in the mind like his father. He couldn’t stay near Orli if that was true.
But Orli said it wasn’t, Orli said he was decent and Elijah believed him. Elijah always believed Orli, believed in him. Orli had made him decent, and he wouldn’t let Orli down, not now, not ever.
He would do his damnedest to keep that ‘something’ under control, only letting it out for Orli. He didn’t want anyone else to see it, feel it, because only Orli mattered. Who’d have thought, him, the great sex slut, now only, totally, interested in one man. And if this body gave that man pleasure then that was good.
He faced the mirror again, staring. Let Orli enjoy it, enjoy him.
“You know,” Orli’s voice was soft from where he paused in the doorway, his arms full of carefully folded ironing. “I realised a long time ago that what you’re like on the inside is totally different to what you’re like on the outside.” He threw Elijah a warm smile and started to walk away. “The outside’s not bad but I like the inside better.”
Elijah looked at himself in the mirror one last time, his eyes drawn to his face. His smile warmed all of his features and even seemed to make his skin flush. He was sure he looked more beautiful now he was confident he was loved, and for all the right reasons. He sure as hell felt more beautiful.
+
Elijah yawned so hard it made the joints of his jaw creak and climbed into bed. He pushed at Orli, rolling him onto his side so there was no chance he’d snore, and tucked himself along his back. Orli mumbled something incoherent, half asleep already, and pulled Elijah’s hand tighter around himself.
“What?” Elijah nuzzled at his ear.
“I said, shall we finish the bedroom after work tomorrow? We can get the bloke in to lay the carpet then and have it all finished by the weekend.”
“If you want,” Elijah stroked Orli’s belly.
“Do you think my mum would come round and let him in?”
“If you ask her nicely,” he stroked a little harder, a little lower.
Orli pulled at his hand again. “Do you need a cuddle?”
“No Orli, I don’t need a cuddle,” Elijah said, exasperated. “What I need is for you to turn round and kiss me properly.”
“Oh,” Orli turned. “You sure you’re not too emotionally distraught for a snog?” Orli grinned.
“Shut up and kiss me before I knee you in the balls.”
“Stroppy bastard,” Orli moved in for a kiss but stopped at the last second. “How do I kiss you ‘properly’?”
“Kiss me,” it was no good, Elijah had to look away. He concentrated on Orli’s mouth instead. “Kiss me like I matter.”
“You silly sod,” Orli cupped his face and licked across Elijah’s lips. “You do matter, you matter to me more than anything else.”
Elijah couldn’t think of anything to say to that so he closed his eyes, tilted his head up, parted his lips and lapped up the words like a cat that hadn’t drunk for a week.
Kissing.
Elijah had never known anything quite like kissing Orli. The way Orli treated his bottom lip like an appetiser, lapping and licking at it, pressing and testing till Elijah was desperate for more. Then he’d slide his lips over Elijah’s, hold for a moment so that Elijah had no option but to curl his toes in expectation, and then press. Elijah would sigh out a breath and Orli would use that tiny opening to lever his lips apart.
But still he wouldn’t push his tongue in; he’d wait and wait till Elijah ached for it. That’s if he wasn’t thrusting and demanding with his own tongue. Those were good times, truly great kissing times. But the very best were, in Elijah’s humble opinion, when it was equal, gentle, slow. Like now.
No one had ever kissed him like this. People had demanded, pressed, hurt, raped his mouth or barely bothered to do more than wet his lips. But it had always been about them and getting what they wanted. Orli kissed him for his sake, for the pleasure of sharing, because he loved him.
Orli kissed him like he mattered and, God, did it feel good.
And now Orli altered the angle of his head, just a couple of millimetres, and the whole experience changed. The fleshy parts of their lips pressed, and the give and pull felt fantastic. Noses banged in a gentle kind of way, cheeks hollowed and rounded, eyelashes flickered.
This time it was Elijah’s turn to change the angle, there was something else that he needed to make it even more perfect. As if that was possible, but here it was. Slowly, as the kiss deepened, as their mouths widened, things got wetter. Elijah loved it. He loved the way the saliva made them glide and free, made the whole experience more yielding till they almost blended into each other. Loved it to the point it made his fingers tingle, loved that he couldn’t tell if it was Orli’s saliva or his.
Then a tongue was pushed deep into his mouth and he unfolded back into the pillow, pulling Orli with him. Oh, he could do this for hour after hour after hour. Feeling Orli melting with him, sharing him, possessing and being possessed. The give and take as they explored endlessly familiar territory, territory that they knew so well but always managed to discovered something new.
Who knew that the simple act of pressing two sets of lips together could be anything like this? This he could do for the rest of his life.
Orli’s hands went down to settle on Elijah’s hips. His thumbs stroking the sharpness of his hip bones, his fingers easing under his boxers to mould and knead the fleshier curve of his cheeks. But still the kiss went on, a perfect pleasure that neither could break. A connection that was about more than flesh and skin and blood. Elijah licked at the stubble above Orli’s lip, but that was long enough away from his mouth. He inhaled the scent of Orli, breathed in his breath, breathed out into his mouth, and kissed him and kissed him and kissed him.
For Orli the dilemma was becoming acute. He couldn’t leave Elijah’s mouth, he just couldn’t. But there was so much more skin to explore, so much more of Elijah to fall endlessly in love with. And the pounding in his groin was overwhelming, an irresistible force that was dragging him away from lips and tongue.
He couldn’t leave for long, no matter what other pleasures there were to be had. Without breaking the kiss he lifted Elijah’s hips and eased his boxers down and off, exposing flesh so his hands could wander whilst his lips stayed in place.
For a brief moment the barriers between them became too much for Elijah and he pulled away, dragging the rest of their clothes off. Then he was back, his hand on Orli’s shoulder, his tongue sliding past Orli’s teeth and it was perfect again. A kiss that could go on forever for all he cared.
Orli leaned over a little more and Elijah tilted his head up, exposing the column of his neck, and the experience changed again. Lips that pulled tighter, felt harder, more needy. Elijah opened his legs and Orli’s hand wandered again as he pressed his aching cock into Elijah’s thigh.
No good, he wanted more. He wanted everything. He pulled his lips from Elijah’s, ignored his whimper of protest, and slid his open mouth down Elijah’s neck and over his body. That taste, that smell, that flesh. “Shit, I love your body,” Orli breathed against the skin above Elijah’s belly button. “I could spend every holiday working my way endlessly around your body.” He licked over the silver line of the scar that nestled in the crease between Elijah’s leg and body. It had faded and blended till it was hardly noticeable but Orli loved it. It was part of Elijah, of course he loved it. “Hell, I could spend every minute of every day for the rest of my life on your body. I want to drown in your body, I’d sure die happy.”
He let the weight of Elijah’s ball rest against his lips for a moment, feeling the press and the texture, before opening his mouth to take it in. But suddenly the hands that had been running through his hair were tugging insistently, dragging him back up and Orli let himself be pulled.
“Kiss me again, please.”
Orli looked down and his breath caught. He knew that look in Elijah’s eyes, that look of love and need and so much more. Forget how much he loved Elijah’s body, the rest of his life wasn’t long enough to spend on his mouth.
Pushing one hand under Elijah’s shoulder, gathering him up, hanging on for dear life, Orli kissed him again. It was different and familiar and everything in between. Pushing into Elijah’s mouth, teeth clacking together, tongues slipping and sliding and... Elijah’s leg was suddenly caught up around his hip and Elijah was grinding his cock against any bit of Orli he could get.
Orli slanted his head so mouths could open wider and the reach become deeper. He pressed and licked, drinking in every one of Elijah’s moans as hips thrust against his. And then Elijah’s mouth was gone, as the desperate need for air to get him through his orgasm conquered everything else. Elijah’s breath came in ragged pants as he screwed his eyes shut, dug his fingers into Orli’s back and huffed out Orli’s name over and over.
With each muffled word he came; a sticky pool warm on Orli’s hip.
Elijah went pliant under Orli, a slow smile spreading across his face as he tangled his fingers back in Orli’s hair and pulled him in for yet another kiss. It was different yet again, softer, gentler with more slide and give. At least on Elijah’s side. But Orli still felt the need that burnt up from his groin and out till it scorched each part of him. He searched around, trying to find the necessary friction on Elijah’s smooth skin, and his mouth not so much slipped, as stopped concentrating on the kiss.
Elijah wasn’t going to have that, oh no, and he knew just how to get it back. He slid his hand in between them, gathering up a little of his own spent come, and wrapped his fingers around Orli’s cock. It pulsed in his hand. This wasn’t going to take long at all. A squeeze, then another and Orli’s mouth was pressed hard to his in a frantic kiss. Another squeeze, a pull, a thumb pressing into the slit, again and again, and Orli was shuddering his release against Elijah’s lips. Almost whimpering as each after shock was dragged from him by Elijah’s relentless hand.
He collapsed onto the pillow, mouths so close that their breath still mingled, and sighed in pleasure. Elijah kissed him, soft and quick, a press of puffy lips, and then again as his hand continued to play with Orli’s softening cock.
“You know what I love about your body?” Elijah asked, but Orli was still too out of breath to answer. “It’s so comfortable, so familiar. I know it so well it calms me.”
“My body calms you?” Orli raised an eyebrow, about as much effort as he could muster. “That’s not the reaction yours has on me.”
“Your body makes me feel safe,” Elijah went on, ignoring Orli. “It’s mine, I own your body and I get to play with it whenever I like. Knowing that is a really good feeling.”
“And you think I’m weird?”
“Are you saying I don’t own it?” Elijah asked, his hand still petting Orli’s cock.
“No mate,” Orli smiled knowing the answer to this one. “It’s yours all right, you can do whatever you like with it.”
“Good,” Elijah gave one last squeeze and snuggled onto Orli. Attached at the hip. “I like sleeping on top of you, makes me feel secure. Turn the light off.”
“You’re not going to change the bed?” Orli reached for the bedside lamp.
“Hell no, I like a bit of sticky at times, especially when I’m on top.”
Orli laughed, running his hand down Elijah’s spine to just rest it on the curve of his cheek. “Whatever.”
“Orlando?” Elijah’s voice was soft and sleepy in the darkness. “Aren’t you going to kiss me again?”
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Title: Us Against The World – Damaged story 5
Chapter: Five
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 once a week.
The first four stories can be found in my memories.
Thank you to my darling otp
grievous_angel for the wonderful beta and all the support, and to annwyn55 for making the beautiful icon that goes with the fic.This story is for Pum. She knows why and it is perfect.
Us Against The World
Chapter Six
They’d only gone about fifteen miles when Orli realised there was an atmosphere in the car. Elijah hadn’t said much during the journey, he’d sat in the passenger seat, one foot propped up on the dashboard, chewing at his fingers, staring at nothing. Orli knew the body language, Elijah was thinking and best left alone.
But now something was changing, Elijah was twitching, his shoulders rolling as he hitched himself this way and that in the seat. Bloodied cuticles told of feelings that were best left alone when you were driving at eighty miles an hour on the motorway. Orli stood it for a while, making small talk that was ignored, turning down the radio every time it was set too loud to concentrate, but in the end he couldn’t take it. “You want something to eat?”
“What?”
“Do you want something to eat? You know, that stuff you put in your mouth and swallow,” he nodded at the sign for a service station.
“Yeah, suppose so.”
Orli didn’t say anything, indicating for the next exit.
The service station was heaving with people. Coaches were spewing out ever growing numbers of slow moving, blue-rinsed old ladies and over excited teenagers with the name of the junior athletics club they ran for on their backs and mobile phones glued to their ears. Add that to thousands of families and it wasn’t a great place to be.
Orli pushed his way through to the fast food outlet, the queue was about a million miles long.
“Fuck,” Elijah hissed behind him.
“You want to try the restaurant?”
“Do I want to pay twenty quid for a burnt bit of unidentifiable meat? Do me a favour,” Elijah stalked off, hands sunk deep in his pockets, back hunched.
“Hey,” Orli jogged after him. “We could get a sandwich? Eat it in the car?”
“You have an answer for everything, don’t you?” Elijah slung the words over his shoulder, as he elbowed his way through the crowd. “You’re so practical, so rational.”
“Would you slow down, I’m only trying to find some food.”
“Maybe I don’t want anything to eat. Maybe the whole world doesn’t revolve around your stomach. There are other more important things happening you know.”
“What do you want to do then?”
“I want to get away from these fucking morons and their idiot families,” Elijah stopped dead in his tracks, making a couple of snogging teenagers scowl and hiss as they bumped into him, and turned to face Orli.
“What are you shouting at me for?” Orli asked reasonably, as the streams of people slowed and parted around them. Some were stopping to watch, looking Elijah up and down in that way that gnawed at Orli.
“’Cos I don’t see anyone else that I know well enough to shout at,” Elijah’s eyes were blazing, his hands were on his hips but there was a wobble in his shoulders.
“That’s not fair.”
And suddenly Elijah couldn’t take it anymore. He had to get away from all the people and all the noise. They were starting to press down on him, making his head hurt till it felt like it would burst. He turned and ran. Orli was acutely aware of all the staring faces, that innate bit of nosiness that makes watching soap operas so satisfying coming into play. He went after Elijah.
Elijah had gone haring out the main doors, past the kids play area, across a couple of car parks, over the petrol station forecourt and up the hill that sheltered the service station. He stood near the top looking down at the traffic on the motorway as it thundered past. All those people desperate to get somewhere else. Why didn’t they just stay at home?
Orli got half way up and stopped, hands on hips, trying to get his breath back. It was becoming a bit of a habit, chasing after Elijah. If they kept this up he’d have to start training seriously. “You done running?” he asked.
Elijah looked back, his hands patting his pockets as though he were looking for cigarettes. Fucking stupid, he hadn’t smoked for years. Another thing to get angry about. “Fuck off,” he growled.
“What the bleeding hell are you mad at me for?” Orli plodded the rest of the way up. “I haven’t done anything wrong.”
“You’re here, aren’t you? That’s enough.”
“Oh that’s really intelligent. You really want me to piss off?”
“Just,” he turned his back on Orli. “Stop looking at me with your sympathetic smile and pitying eyes.”
“I do not pity you,” Orli said incredulously.
“Course you do, you either pity me or want to fuck me. Just like everyone else.”
Just like everyone else. Oh no, Orli wasn’t going to take that. He grabbed Elijah by the arm and spun him round, angrier than he could remember being for a long time, and not sure who it was directed at. At least he knew now what that sensation was that had been itching at his back for hours, sheer anger. “Now you hold on a bloody minute, I do not pity you and I am not like everyone else.”
“No?” Elijah stared him down, eyes every bit as angry. “You’re too nice to be like everyone else. All you do is worry about little old me, worry about how to protect the retard.”
“You shit,” Orli felt like he’d been slapped in the face. “All right, yeah, when your mum first told us, all I could think about was protecting you.” He caught hold of Elijah’s other arm, shaking him just a bit. “I wanted to hold you so bloody tight that none of the pain could get through to you. I wanted to make it better for you, whilst screaming at the world because my insides were screwing up so hard I couldn’t function. But now?” He shook a bit harder. “Now I’ve had a chance to think about it I want to get a gun, hunt that evil fucker down and kill him.”
He took a deep breath, hissing it out through his teeth. “No,” he consciously unclenched his fists and flexed his fingers. “I want to rip his sick head off with my bare hands and believe me, this time I could do it. I want to see his face as he dies.” What did they say? Revenge was a dish best served cold. Too right.
He stood Elijah back on his feet and let go. “Stop being so bleeding self-pitying, this isn’t about you, you haven’t done anything wrong.”
“I fucked my bloody father!” Orli might have vented some of his anger but Elijah hadn’t.
“So? That makes him the evil bastard, not you.”
“Just think about that for a bit,” Elijah shouted, his face getting redder and closer to Orli’s. “My father’s an evil bastard and my mother’s the wicked witch of the west according to you. What the hell does that make me? Genes for personality must get passed on, it explains sins of the fathers and all that shit.”
“Oh fuck off,” Orli exclaimed. “You’re you, not your parents. I’m not prissy and repressed like my dad,” he stopped for a moment. “At least I hope not. And you’re not a selfish nutter like your mum. I wouldn’t be bloody with you if you were anything like her and I’d have long since gone running for the hills if there were even a hint of your father in you. You’re not like them ‘Lijah.”
Elijah’s anger seemed to drain away, leaving him ashen and scared. “Are you sure?”
“Jesus bloody shit I…” Orli stopped, his hand going up to his mouth. He took a step towards Elijah then another, away, till he ended walking in almost a full circle. He took a deep breath and let it out slowly, deliberately calming himself. “Do you trust me, even with all the shit I’ve pulled over the years, do you one hundred percent trust me?”
Elijah could answer that one easily. “Yes.”
“Do you trust my judgement one hundred percent?”
Again, “Yes.”
“Then trust me when I tell you, you are nothing like either of your parents. How can I be so sure?” Orli didn’t stop, answering his own question and pulling at Elijah’s hand. “Because I know you. Deep down inside I know you to your bones. You are a good man, better than me, better than anyone else I know.” Orli said it so emphatically, so insistently, and with such utter conviction that, oh so slowly, Elijah had no choice but to believe him.
“Are you worried, like your mum was, that you take after him?”
Elijah looked away, trying to pull his hand from Orli’s. Orli held fast. “Look at me,” Orli squeezed his fingers. “’Lijah look at me.” Slowly Elijah turned back. “You believe in me don’t you? You know I don’t tell you lies?” Elijah nodded. “Then believe this, you have nothing to worry about. You are nothing like your father. You are decent and honest, I know it and so does everyone else, even your mum has come to believe it. Hell knows what she went through with him but she knows now that you are nothing like him. You have to believe all of us.”
“I guess, maybe,” Elijah ducked his head but quickly looked back. “But what if I start turning into him?”
“Then I’ll kick you in the head till you stop.” Orli said it so deadpan, so seriously that Elijah had no choice but to laugh, the last of the anger and fear dripping away. He dropped down onto the grass and lay out on his back, rubbing at his face.
“You’re mental, you know that, don’t you? Bloody mental,” he looked up at Orli, then suddenly grabbed his hand and pulled him down. Pushing and poking at Orli, Elijah settled him in just the right position so he could use his shoulder as a head rest. “As if you could rip anybody’s head off or kick it in.”
“I might not rip your head off,” Orli admitted. “But I’d have a fair go at his.”
“Really?” Elijah rolled onto his belly and propped his chin on Orli’s arm. “My hero.”
“Stop being so bloody flippant,” Orli sat up abruptly and Elijah’s head bumped down to his lap. “Yeah, I’d kill him for what he’s done to you. He came after you and fucked you because he knew you were his son. I’d kill him because he’s just plain evil, hell, I’d even kill him for the fear he put on your mum’s face.”
“Are you sure about that?”
“Well, I dunno about your mum but, fuck it Elijah,” Orli’s hand had been soft in Elijah’s hair, now it tightened. “Yeah, I could kill him.”
“I didn’t realise you were serious,” Elijah sat up as well, pushing in close to Orli.
“Sometimes I am, usually about you,” Orli picked at the grass, needing something to occupy his hands. “Shit, even I could do with a cigarette right now.”
“We could always go and buy some?” Elijah suggested hopefully.
“No.” Orli nudged him. “Were you listening to me? Have you got things straight in that stupid head of yours? You are not the least bit like either of your parents.”
“I’m just scared of ending up like them.”
“You won’t, I won’t let you.”
“Yeah, I know. It’s just that…” Elijah shrugged, unable to finish the sentence.
Orli nudged again. “Trust me if you can’t trust yourself, you aren’t like them.”
Elijah looked at Orli for a long moment, his face very serious. Then he turned his gaze to the traffic thundering past, but he didn’t really see it. “I know,” he admitted eventually. “And I do trust you.” Slowly a small smile started to tug at the corners of his mouth and he looked up through his lashes. “Even thought you’re just a little bit prissy like your dad.”
“You shit,” Orli caught him in a too tight hug, rolling him over and pressing him down into the grass.
“Hey, I never said you were repressed, hell you think of things to do in bed that even I hadn’t heard of. You’re just a bit prissy,” Elijah locked his hands round the back of Orli’s neck and grinned up gratefully.
Orli bit him, hard and wet and noisy on his neck, so that when he pulled away there were teeth marks as well as the love bite that was colouring up beautifully.
“Bastard,” Elijah rubbed at the spot, then twisted his head round trying to see even though he knew it was impossible. He pushed the collar of his jacket down so that it would show better. Well, if you were lucky enough to be marked by someone as gorgeous as Orli there was no harm in letting the whole world know the fact. He looked up at Orli, with real warmth in his eyes. “Thank you.”
“What did I do?” Orli asked suspiciously.
“Nothing, just for being you.”
Orli pushed the hair up from Elijah's face and kissed him softly.
Elijah thought he could have stayed there all day, all week, forever. There on top of a hill, where no one knew them. Half way down the motorway. “What do you want to do now?”
“Get something to eat?” Orli suggested and then his eyes began to twinkle. “Or are you going to throw another wobbly?”
“I do not throw...” Elijah thought better of arguing, he didn’t have a lot of evidence on his side after all. “All right, I’ll let you drag me back in that hell hole. My bum’s wet lying here.”
“You should have thought of that before you threw your wobbly up here,” Orli climbed off him and stood up, reaching down to help Elijah up. “Burger or proper food?” He slung an arm around Elijah’s waist as they made their way down the hill.
“Which ever has the shortest queue,” Elijah hooked his fingers in the back pocket of Orli’s jeans.
“Proper food it is then, you always wait ages at the burger places,” Orli’s hand slipped down the back of Elijah’s jeans and rubbed at his backside, trying to warm it up.
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Home.
Best place in the whole wide world by about a million miles. Home. It didn’t matter if the bed was still in the living room and that there was decorating equipment strewn over half the flat. Or even if the bedroom needed one final coat of paint before the carpet went down, it was still home and still the best flat Elijah had ever known. Ever.
Orli dumped the bags in the hall and went into the kitchen, moaning on about the price of milk at service stations and whose turn it was to empty the dustbins. Elijah let his own bag slip from his shoulder, closed the front door and leaned back against it.
Home.
Safe.
He closed his eyes, breathed in the scent of new paint and musty washing and, ignoring the words, let the sound of Orli’s voice wash over him. Home. Safe. Best feeling in the world. The shit out there never seemed to stop, there’d be a lull then something else would come along and knock them sideways again. In here he felt safe and protected and...
“You all right pumpkin?” Orli’s hand was soft on Elijah’s face.
Elijah pushed into the touch, opened his eyes and looked at Orli. Tall and solid enough for Elijah’s liking. Everything he ever wanted, all he ever needed. “Yeah, I was just thinking.”
“What about?” Orli handed him a cup of tea and a chocolate digestive. Chocolate digestives; did it get any safer, any more like home than that?
“Ages ago you said it was us against the world and I was just thinking that you were right.”
Orli stopped and assessed Elijah for a moment. “Not just us, there’s Rose and my mum. Maybe I should include your mum as well now, although I’m not too sure about that.”
Elijah didn’t know about it either. “Did you just call me pumpkin?”
Orli had the decency to look sheepish, ducking his head and giving Elijah the rest of the packet.
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Elijah walked into the bathroom, closed the door part way behind him and turned on the light. The long mirror was slightly misty after Orli’s shower and he wiped it with his fist. It still wasn’t clean enough so he caught up a towel and rubbed at it till the whole surface was clear.
He stood and looked at himself in it for a while then slowly, carefully, took all his clothes off till he stood naked. He looked at himself again, critically, trying to see what others saw.
Yes, he was good to look at, he could see why others would think so. Younger looking than his years, pale, slim with sharp bones and soft flesh. A body of contradictions, boyish hips but a man’s cock. White skin, dark hair. Rounded belly, muscled legs. But that wasn’t enough, not to cause the reaction he did.
He sighed, not frustrated but accepting, resigned. He still had it, that indefinable something that he’d cultivated for so long that now he couldn’t stop it. At first he’d made himself act sexy, sexual. It had come easy but still he’d worked on it till he could make anyone drool with no effort at all. And then it had become such a part of him that he couldn’t turn it off.
He’d known it back then but it hadn’t bothered him, why should it? The rewards were wonderful and he couldn’t see any drawbacks. No drawbacks until he’d tried to turn it off and discovered he couldn’t. Still it hadn’t bothered him until he registered Orli’s dislike. Then he’d thought about it, thought about it long and hard. Thought about all the tricks he played unconsciously, all the little moves and looks. Thought about them and stopped them all.
But it hadn’t made any difference. Still everyone looked at him, wanted to touch him, did touch him. And Orli hated it.
Elijah hated the reaction that Orli tried to hide every time it happened. But still he couldn’t stop it. Even after all these years he still couldn’t stop the reaction he provoked. Something seemed to ooze from him, like an aura of sex or maybe he did have a ‘come fuck me’ sign over his head.
He thought about all the people that had enjoyed his body over the years. All the people. He’d long since lost count how many. He stared at himself, facing the fact even if he shied away from the number. Again it didn’t matter, there wouldn’t be anymore. The number was fixed forever, whatever happened no one else would ever touch him, no one but Orli.
What did he think of his body? As long as it pleased Orli he didn’t much care, it was just a body. But one, along with the ‘something,’ that people wanted, that affected every other relationship he’d had, that made him different.
People didn’t want to talk to him or get to know him. They wanted him naked, preferably held down.
He twisted to each side, looking. Nope, it wasn’t a physical reason, it was something inside, something he couldn’t control but no one could see past. No one except Orli. At one time he’d thought of it as gift, now he knew it to be a curse.
Is that what had made his father act like he did? Had the ‘something’ that oozed from him caused his father to fuck him? Had he brought it on himself, made his father want him?
But his father had tracked him down without knowing him. Set up the room and the camera, set up his son. He tried to remember back but it was all so hazy, so commonplace. He knew one thing though, he hadn’t met the man before he turned up outside the school gate saying Silvia had sent him. For once Elijah hadn’t been the cause of the problem. He always tried to be honest with himself, he knew the mess lies caused, and that one hadn’t been his fault.
The silvery scar suddenly caught his eye. It had almost faded now, disappearing to the point that he didn’t even think about it most of the time. He’d almost forgotten about his lack of a ball as well. Orli didn’t care, why should he?
Orli didn’t care about anything like that. Didn’t care about any of the things that everyone else thought were so important. He cared about, worried about, what went on on the inside. Elijah himself was what Orli cared about, was the only thing that Orli cared about. He enjoyed the box Elijah came in, but it didn’t really matter to him.
But Orli was still frightened of the cancer.
Elijah hadn’t realised that, not the extent at least. Oh, he’d been frightened himself. Days when he’d woken up and just didn’t feel well. Those days when there was no discernable cause were the worst, he couldn’t pin it down to anything and the ‘C’ word floated round in the back of his mind. Days when he’d stood naked in front of the mirror, here or in the old flat, looking for lumps, thinking he could feel them when there weren’t any.
He sighed and looked again. There weren’t any lumps now, not today, and he felt healthy. He couldn’t get ill, he’d seen what it would do to Orli in that one brief moment when the strain had crossed his face. He couldn’t do that to Orli, he wouldn’t.
He was scared of dying, he always had been, but now it was so much worse. Now he had something to lose. And he couldn’t hurt Orli. That thought was unthinkable; unbearable.
He knew what it would be like if he got ill. Orli would wipe his face every time he was sick, clasp his hand through every treatment. Then, when there was nothing left to try, Orli would hold him in his arms, like in some cheap romance novel, whilst he died. He would even have a good death, thanks to Orli, a completely different one to what he could have expected before. Maybe he wasn’t afraid of dying it’s self, just the leaving. Leaving Orli behind.
It would be all right for him but unbearable for Orli. Not again, he couldn’t be left again, not after Shane.
But maybe his sickness wasn’t physical. Maybe he was sick on the inside, sick in the mind like his father. He couldn’t stay near Orli if that was true.
But Orli said it wasn’t, Orli said he was decent and Elijah believed him. Elijah always believed Orli, believed in him. Orli had made him decent, and he wouldn’t let Orli down, not now, not ever.
He would do his damnedest to keep that ‘something’ under control, only letting it out for Orli. He didn’t want anyone else to see it, feel it, because only Orli mattered. Who’d have thought, him, the great sex slut, now only, totally, interested in one man. And if this body gave that man pleasure then that was good.
He faced the mirror again, staring. Let Orli enjoy it, enjoy him.
“You know,” Orli’s voice was soft from where he paused in the doorway, his arms full of carefully folded ironing. “I realised a long time ago that what you’re like on the inside is totally different to what you’re like on the outside.” He threw Elijah a warm smile and started to walk away. “The outside’s not bad but I like the inside better.”
Elijah looked at himself in the mirror one last time, his eyes drawn to his face. His smile warmed all of his features and even seemed to make his skin flush. He was sure he looked more beautiful now he was confident he was loved, and for all the right reasons. He sure as hell felt more beautiful.
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Elijah yawned so hard it made the joints of his jaw creak and climbed into bed. He pushed at Orli, rolling him onto his side so there was no chance he’d snore, and tucked himself along his back. Orli mumbled something incoherent, half asleep already, and pulled Elijah’s hand tighter around himself.
“What?” Elijah nuzzled at his ear.
“I said, shall we finish the bedroom after work tomorrow? We can get the bloke in to lay the carpet then and have it all finished by the weekend.”
“If you want,” Elijah stroked Orli’s belly.
“Do you think my mum would come round and let him in?”
“If you ask her nicely,” he stroked a little harder, a little lower.
Orli pulled at his hand again. “Do you need a cuddle?”
“No Orli, I don’t need a cuddle,” Elijah said, exasperated. “What I need is for you to turn round and kiss me properly.”
“Oh,” Orli turned. “You sure you’re not too emotionally distraught for a snog?” Orli grinned.
“Shut up and kiss me before I knee you in the balls.”
“Stroppy bastard,” Orli moved in for a kiss but stopped at the last second. “How do I kiss you ‘properly’?”
“Kiss me,” it was no good, Elijah had to look away. He concentrated on Orli’s mouth instead. “Kiss me like I matter.”
“You silly sod,” Orli cupped his face and licked across Elijah’s lips. “You do matter, you matter to me more than anything else.”
Elijah couldn’t think of anything to say to that so he closed his eyes, tilted his head up, parted his lips and lapped up the words like a cat that hadn’t drunk for a week.
Kissing.
Elijah had never known anything quite like kissing Orli. The way Orli treated his bottom lip like an appetiser, lapping and licking at it, pressing and testing till Elijah was desperate for more. Then he’d slide his lips over Elijah’s, hold for a moment so that Elijah had no option but to curl his toes in expectation, and then press. Elijah would sigh out a breath and Orli would use that tiny opening to lever his lips apart.
But still he wouldn’t push his tongue in; he’d wait and wait till Elijah ached for it. That’s if he wasn’t thrusting and demanding with his own tongue. Those were good times, truly great kissing times. But the very best were, in Elijah’s humble opinion, when it was equal, gentle, slow. Like now.
No one had ever kissed him like this. People had demanded, pressed, hurt, raped his mouth or barely bothered to do more than wet his lips. But it had always been about them and getting what they wanted. Orli kissed him for his sake, for the pleasure of sharing, because he loved him.
Orli kissed him like he mattered and, God, did it feel good.
And now Orli altered the angle of his head, just a couple of millimetres, and the whole experience changed. The fleshy parts of their lips pressed, and the give and pull felt fantastic. Noses banged in a gentle kind of way, cheeks hollowed and rounded, eyelashes flickered.
This time it was Elijah’s turn to change the angle, there was something else that he needed to make it even more perfect. As if that was possible, but here it was. Slowly, as the kiss deepened, as their mouths widened, things got wetter. Elijah loved it. He loved the way the saliva made them glide and free, made the whole experience more yielding till they almost blended into each other. Loved it to the point it made his fingers tingle, loved that he couldn’t tell if it was Orli’s saliva or his.
Then a tongue was pushed deep into his mouth and he unfolded back into the pillow, pulling Orli with him. Oh, he could do this for hour after hour after hour. Feeling Orli melting with him, sharing him, possessing and being possessed. The give and take as they explored endlessly familiar territory, territory that they knew so well but always managed to discovered something new.
Who knew that the simple act of pressing two sets of lips together could be anything like this? This he could do for the rest of his life.
Orli’s hands went down to settle on Elijah’s hips. His thumbs stroking the sharpness of his hip bones, his fingers easing under his boxers to mould and knead the fleshier curve of his cheeks. But still the kiss went on, a perfect pleasure that neither could break. A connection that was about more than flesh and skin and blood. Elijah licked at the stubble above Orli’s lip, but that was long enough away from his mouth. He inhaled the scent of Orli, breathed in his breath, breathed out into his mouth, and kissed him and kissed him and kissed him.
For Orli the dilemma was becoming acute. He couldn’t leave Elijah’s mouth, he just couldn’t. But there was so much more skin to explore, so much more of Elijah to fall endlessly in love with. And the pounding in his groin was overwhelming, an irresistible force that was dragging him away from lips and tongue.
He couldn’t leave for long, no matter what other pleasures there were to be had. Without breaking the kiss he lifted Elijah’s hips and eased his boxers down and off, exposing flesh so his hands could wander whilst his lips stayed in place.
For a brief moment the barriers between them became too much for Elijah and he pulled away, dragging the rest of their clothes off. Then he was back, his hand on Orli’s shoulder, his tongue sliding past Orli’s teeth and it was perfect again. A kiss that could go on forever for all he cared.
Orli leaned over a little more and Elijah tilted his head up, exposing the column of his neck, and the experience changed again. Lips that pulled tighter, felt harder, more needy. Elijah opened his legs and Orli’s hand wandered again as he pressed his aching cock into Elijah’s thigh.
No good, he wanted more. He wanted everything. He pulled his lips from Elijah’s, ignored his whimper of protest, and slid his open mouth down Elijah’s neck and over his body. That taste, that smell, that flesh. “Shit, I love your body,” Orli breathed against the skin above Elijah’s belly button. “I could spend every holiday working my way endlessly around your body.” He licked over the silver line of the scar that nestled in the crease between Elijah’s leg and body. It had faded and blended till it was hardly noticeable but Orli loved it. It was part of Elijah, of course he loved it. “Hell, I could spend every minute of every day for the rest of my life on your body. I want to drown in your body, I’d sure die happy.”
He let the weight of Elijah’s ball rest against his lips for a moment, feeling the press and the texture, before opening his mouth to take it in. But suddenly the hands that had been running through his hair were tugging insistently, dragging him back up and Orli let himself be pulled.
“Kiss me again, please.”
Orli looked down and his breath caught. He knew that look in Elijah’s eyes, that look of love and need and so much more. Forget how much he loved Elijah’s body, the rest of his life wasn’t long enough to spend on his mouth.
Pushing one hand under Elijah’s shoulder, gathering him up, hanging on for dear life, Orli kissed him again. It was different and familiar and everything in between. Pushing into Elijah’s mouth, teeth clacking together, tongues slipping and sliding and... Elijah’s leg was suddenly caught up around his hip and Elijah was grinding his cock against any bit of Orli he could get.
Orli slanted his head so mouths could open wider and the reach become deeper. He pressed and licked, drinking in every one of Elijah’s moans as hips thrust against his. And then Elijah’s mouth was gone, as the desperate need for air to get him through his orgasm conquered everything else. Elijah’s breath came in ragged pants as he screwed his eyes shut, dug his fingers into Orli’s back and huffed out Orli’s name over and over.
With each muffled word he came; a sticky pool warm on Orli’s hip.
Elijah went pliant under Orli, a slow smile spreading across his face as he tangled his fingers back in Orli’s hair and pulled him in for yet another kiss. It was different yet again, softer, gentler with more slide and give. At least on Elijah’s side. But Orli still felt the need that burnt up from his groin and out till it scorched each part of him. He searched around, trying to find the necessary friction on Elijah’s smooth skin, and his mouth not so much slipped, as stopped concentrating on the kiss.
Elijah wasn’t going to have that, oh no, and he knew just how to get it back. He slid his hand in between them, gathering up a little of his own spent come, and wrapped his fingers around Orli’s cock. It pulsed in his hand. This wasn’t going to take long at all. A squeeze, then another and Orli’s mouth was pressed hard to his in a frantic kiss. Another squeeze, a pull, a thumb pressing into the slit, again and again, and Orli was shuddering his release against Elijah’s lips. Almost whimpering as each after shock was dragged from him by Elijah’s relentless hand.
He collapsed onto the pillow, mouths so close that their breath still mingled, and sighed in pleasure. Elijah kissed him, soft and quick, a press of puffy lips, and then again as his hand continued to play with Orli’s softening cock.
“You know what I love about your body?” Elijah asked, but Orli was still too out of breath to answer. “It’s so comfortable, so familiar. I know it so well it calms me.”
“My body calms you?” Orli raised an eyebrow, about as much effort as he could muster. “That’s not the reaction yours has on me.”
“Your body makes me feel safe,” Elijah went on, ignoring Orli. “It’s mine, I own your body and I get to play with it whenever I like. Knowing that is a really good feeling.”
“And you think I’m weird?”
“Are you saying I don’t own it?” Elijah asked, his hand still petting Orli’s cock.
“No mate,” Orli smiled knowing the answer to this one. “It’s yours all right, you can do whatever you like with it.”
“Good,” Elijah gave one last squeeze and snuggled onto Orli. Attached at the hip. “I like sleeping on top of you, makes me feel secure. Turn the light off.”
“You’re not going to change the bed?” Orli reached for the bedside lamp.
“Hell no, I like a bit of sticky at times, especially when I’m on top.”
Orli laughed, running his hand down Elijah’s spine to just rest it on the curve of his cheek. “Whatever.”
“Orlando?” Elijah’s voice was soft and sleepy in the darkness. “Aren’t you going to kiss me again?”
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:-)
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School hols soon, then we really are going to get together!!!
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Brilliant!
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So many pointless rows... but then making up can be fun.
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Thanks a million.
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Worried now about the reappearance of Elijah's evil dad.
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Glad you liked it, thanks a million.