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fellowshippers2003-10-11 06:37 pm
delphynn.livejournal.com) wrote in fellowshippers2003-10-11 06:37 pm
Flash fic a thon
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toxica939
Pairing: Dom/Orli
Rating NC17
Beta: Lurvelyzillah975
Cross posted to mah lj!
Orlando watched Dominic stroll across the parking lot from the convenience store. He was leaning against the side of the vintage black mustang convertible, legs crossed at the ankle and chewing idly on a straw. It was late, at least 2 in the morning and they should both be nicely tucked up in bed like a pair of angels. Right, angels with dirty faces maybe. Dominic was talking trash to somebody Orli couldn’t see, the essence of his body language a dare and a challenge. Whoever it was yelled a muffled series of curses and flicked the remains of a cigarette butt at Dom.
Orli grinned sidelong and reached for the bag Dom was carrying. “What the hell was that all about?” He half demanded, half laughed, poking around in the bag and coming up with a twist off cap beer. He spun the cap with a flick of his wrist, sending it dancing across the parking lot and into the gutter.
Dom took his bag back and nudged Orlando’s hip with his own. “Some bugger, thinks he’s all that and a bag of crisps.” He replied, leaning over to brush his jaw against Orli’s cheek. “Were you going to stand there and let me get jumped?” He inquired, eyes dancing with dangerous laughter.
“You were doing fine.” Orlando said with deceptive softness, taking a good swallow of the beer. “I would have rescued you if you needed it. Maybe, if you were suitably grateful.”
“Oh, and what, may I ask would you consider suitably grateful?” Dom snatched Orli’s beer back from him and took a hefty swallow of his own. “Just for my future reference.” He rattled the bag, there was an assortment of lollies, pixie stix, crisps and more beer in there.
“Hmm.” Orlando pretended to think, reaching inside the bag and taking out one of those pixie stix. He bit off the paper end and turned over the inside of his own wrist, licking it before sprinkling the candy on the smooth skin. “Lick me, for starters.” He said, tipping his hand so Dom could get at the candy. He grinned, nudging his own hip against Dominic’s. “I know you can’t resist…sweets.”
“Mmmm. Since you put it that way.” Dom tucked the bag on the front seat behind them, snugging the beer bottle securely between his legs. That left him two hands to take Orli’s and bring the sugar coated wrist to his lips. He licked slowly, taking his time about lapping at Orlando’s wrist until he got every speck of the candy and then bit, soft but firm with blunt white teeth.
Orlando turned, watching Dom closely, bending his head near Dom’s shoulder and breathing in softly against his ear. “Fuck.” He muttered at the bite, rolling his hips up against Dom’s. “Get in the car.” He ordered and nudged Dominic aside enough that he could open the door and slide in, reaching across the bench seat to open the door for the other man. Dom gave him a hot eyed look, licking his lips as if he could still taste candy or Orli’s skin before meandering around the car and inside. “I want more.” He demanded, reaching for the open candy tube in Orlando’s hand. As the car pulled out of the parking lot, he was sprinkling the sweet tart powder on Orlando’s neck.
Ten minutes later they were in another parking lot, this time sheltered, secluded too impatient to finish the drive back to their hotel. Orlando’s neck and shoulder were wet and red with bites that had turned to swollen kiss shaped bruises that would be livid come morning. He groaned and peeled himself off the seat, stumbling towards the brick wall nearby. “Fuck!” He repeated, tugging off his shirt and flinging it back towards the car. “C’mere.”
Dominic was grinning, licking his lips as he prowled after Orlando. He held another handful of the pixie sticks in one hand, biting off the ends and spitting the paper. “Now where shall I lick next?” He asked, moving to pin Orli to the wall at the hip. Fuck, that was brilliant, Orlando hard as a diamond rubbing against his own stone hard prick through their jeans. He hissed softly, rubbing against Orlando who was squirming like mad. “Dom.” Orli began, but the thread was lost almost immediately in the feel of Dom rubbing against him, biting hard at his pec, just above the nipple. “Little…bastard, fuck!”
Orlando’s hand speared up into Dom’s short hair, pulling and tugging though not to make him stop but rather to get more. He worked his other hand up under Dominic’s shirt until he could scratch clipped nails down the slim length of Dom’s back. Dom was laughing softly in that knowing way he had and Orlando just moaned more deeply. The tables had turned somehow in the last few minutes and he didn’t give a damn.
“Thought you had something to say?” Dom asked, working his hand in between them, unfastening Orli’s pants and then worming his fingers down under loose boxers under the jeans. “Hmm?” He pressed, fingers taking possession of the hard hungry cock inside and squeezing, stroking. “I think I’ll lick here next.” He crooned close to Orli’s ear.
“Dominic…” Orlando moaned, shuddered really just with the idea of Dom’s mouth on his cock. His fingers tightened, nails crooking to scratch hard down Dominic’s back, leave his own marks there. He sagged against the wall as Dominic hissed and bit him cruelly just over his nipple. “Shit!”
He didn’t have time to complain though because Dom was on his knees and sprinkling the damned candy on his rigid straining cock. “Mmm, Orli pop.” He heard and then he felt the hot wet velvet of Dom’s mouth swallowing him whole. He barely kept his feet, arching against the hands on his hips holding him to the bricks. Wild moans seared into the night as Dominic worked him over, sucking voraciously as if he’d never tasted anything so good in his life. Orlando found himself gasping, keening, almost wailing as Dom teased and licked him into pleading pleasure. “Dom, please, God! Need to …have to…”
And Dom, the evil decadent candy man slithered upwards with a hand possessively around Orlando’s cock. “Not yet, hold on, beautiful. Want to fuck it out of you first. Turn around.” His free hand dug into Orli’s hip, then both of them slid away to guide him into turning.
Orlando heard him through a red haze, nodding and turning, shaking off his jeans with irritated passion. He was pale in the half light and ready to kill to get off. ”Hurry!” He insisted, the gasped as cold slick lube covered fingers edged their way up inside him. He hissed, bracing his hands on the wall and cocking his hips up. “Fuck, that’s good.”
Dominic crowded up against Orli’s ass, pushing two fingers in and out and groaning at the hot tight space awaiting him. “God!” They were both wired on beer and candy and each other, and Dom had the latex on in record time, rubbing the last of the lube over himself. “Here it comes.” He grated, grinning wildly as he lined himself up.
“Will you just fucking fuck me!?” Orlando pushed back, palms bitten by the harsh brick and gasping as Dom slid into him hard and fast. “Yeah!” He half crowed, half sobbed. For a while there was nothing but the two of them moaning and cursing and shuddering together. Dominic pushed in hard, snapped his hips back then shot home again before Orlando’s eager body had a chance to close against him again.
“Yeah, yeah, yeah.” Orlando cried with each furious thrust, encouraging, clenching as if he’d never let Dominic stop. The stars wheeled in the half clouded sky and Orli climbed closer and closer to them. “Dominic!” The cry was frantic, almost there, feverish and needy.
“Fucking …” Dom’s hand bit into one hip, the other circling around Orli’s narrow frame to stroke his throbbing cock roughly in time to his sudden jerky little thrusts. “Come, fucking come!”
It was a race with no finish line, first one harsh guttural cry and then another slightly higher as both of them greedily pumped out their orgasms within seconds of each other. Orlando clawed the wall, shuddering as Dom wrapped himself around him as much as he possibly good. “Holy…Christ” One of them breathed, between panting gasps. “Yes!” It took a while before either of them could move, aside from sucking in air.
Orli cringed when Dom pulled aside, hating the sudden burn. He turned as Dom took care of the condom, reaching out and hugging him tightly. “You and your fucking pixie stix.” He groaned, half laughing and half just trying to breathe. “Brilliant.”
“Hey, pixie stix rock.” Dom muttered, leaning against Orli and the wall. “Brilliant.” He agreed, leaning down and helping Orlando drag his pants back up.
“So, I guess this means you would have rescued me, huh?” He whispered, kissing Orlando slowly as Orli’s arms dropped around him tightly. Their tongues danced together and parted like serpents, devouring each other and then replenishing each other.
“Mmm, yeah.” Orli grinned, nuzzling into Dom and peeling them off the wall, heading for the car. “I would have.”
The end.
toxica939Pairing: Dom/Orli
Rating NC17
Beta: Lurvely
zillah975Cross posted to mah lj!
Orlando watched Dominic stroll across the parking lot from the convenience store. He was leaning against the side of the vintage black mustang convertible, legs crossed at the ankle and chewing idly on a straw. It was late, at least 2 in the morning and they should both be nicely tucked up in bed like a pair of angels. Right, angels with dirty faces maybe. Dominic was talking trash to somebody Orli couldn’t see, the essence of his body language a dare and a challenge. Whoever it was yelled a muffled series of curses and flicked the remains of a cigarette butt at Dom.
Orli grinned sidelong and reached for the bag Dom was carrying. “What the hell was that all about?” He half demanded, half laughed, poking around in the bag and coming up with a twist off cap beer. He spun the cap with a flick of his wrist, sending it dancing across the parking lot and into the gutter.
Dom took his bag back and nudged Orlando’s hip with his own. “Some bugger, thinks he’s all that and a bag of crisps.” He replied, leaning over to brush his jaw against Orli’s cheek. “Were you going to stand there and let me get jumped?” He inquired, eyes dancing with dangerous laughter.
“You were doing fine.” Orlando said with deceptive softness, taking a good swallow of the beer. “I would have rescued you if you needed it. Maybe, if you were suitably grateful.”
“Oh, and what, may I ask would you consider suitably grateful?” Dom snatched Orli’s beer back from him and took a hefty swallow of his own. “Just for my future reference.” He rattled the bag, there was an assortment of lollies, pixie stix, crisps and more beer in there.
“Hmm.” Orlando pretended to think, reaching inside the bag and taking out one of those pixie stix. He bit off the paper end and turned over the inside of his own wrist, licking it before sprinkling the candy on the smooth skin. “Lick me, for starters.” He said, tipping his hand so Dom could get at the candy. He grinned, nudging his own hip against Dominic’s. “I know you can’t resist…sweets.”
“Mmmm. Since you put it that way.” Dom tucked the bag on the front seat behind them, snugging the beer bottle securely between his legs. That left him two hands to take Orli’s and bring the sugar coated wrist to his lips. He licked slowly, taking his time about lapping at Orlando’s wrist until he got every speck of the candy and then bit, soft but firm with blunt white teeth.
Orlando turned, watching Dom closely, bending his head near Dom’s shoulder and breathing in softly against his ear. “Fuck.” He muttered at the bite, rolling his hips up against Dom’s. “Get in the car.” He ordered and nudged Dominic aside enough that he could open the door and slide in, reaching across the bench seat to open the door for the other man. Dom gave him a hot eyed look, licking his lips as if he could still taste candy or Orli’s skin before meandering around the car and inside. “I want more.” He demanded, reaching for the open candy tube in Orlando’s hand. As the car pulled out of the parking lot, he was sprinkling the sweet tart powder on Orlando’s neck.
Ten minutes later they were in another parking lot, this time sheltered, secluded too impatient to finish the drive back to their hotel. Orlando’s neck and shoulder were wet and red with bites that had turned to swollen kiss shaped bruises that would be livid come morning. He groaned and peeled himself off the seat, stumbling towards the brick wall nearby. “Fuck!” He repeated, tugging off his shirt and flinging it back towards the car. “C’mere.”
Dominic was grinning, licking his lips as he prowled after Orlando. He held another handful of the pixie sticks in one hand, biting off the ends and spitting the paper. “Now where shall I lick next?” He asked, moving to pin Orli to the wall at the hip. Fuck, that was brilliant, Orlando hard as a diamond rubbing against his own stone hard prick through their jeans. He hissed softly, rubbing against Orlando who was squirming like mad. “Dom.” Orli began, but the thread was lost almost immediately in the feel of Dom rubbing against him, biting hard at his pec, just above the nipple. “Little…bastard, fuck!”
Orlando’s hand speared up into Dom’s short hair, pulling and tugging though not to make him stop but rather to get more. He worked his other hand up under Dominic’s shirt until he could scratch clipped nails down the slim length of Dom’s back. Dom was laughing softly in that knowing way he had and Orlando just moaned more deeply. The tables had turned somehow in the last few minutes and he didn’t give a damn.
“Thought you had something to say?” Dom asked, working his hand in between them, unfastening Orli’s pants and then worming his fingers down under loose boxers under the jeans. “Hmm?” He pressed, fingers taking possession of the hard hungry cock inside and squeezing, stroking. “I think I’ll lick here next.” He crooned close to Orli’s ear.
“Dominic…” Orlando moaned, shuddered really just with the idea of Dom’s mouth on his cock. His fingers tightened, nails crooking to scratch hard down Dominic’s back, leave his own marks there. He sagged against the wall as Dominic hissed and bit him cruelly just over his nipple. “Shit!”
He didn’t have time to complain though because Dom was on his knees and sprinkling the damned candy on his rigid straining cock. “Mmm, Orli pop.” He heard and then he felt the hot wet velvet of Dom’s mouth swallowing him whole. He barely kept his feet, arching against the hands on his hips holding him to the bricks. Wild moans seared into the night as Dominic worked him over, sucking voraciously as if he’d never tasted anything so good in his life. Orlando found himself gasping, keening, almost wailing as Dom teased and licked him into pleading pleasure. “Dom, please, God! Need to …have to…”
And Dom, the evil decadent candy man slithered upwards with a hand possessively around Orlando’s cock. “Not yet, hold on, beautiful. Want to fuck it out of you first. Turn around.” His free hand dug into Orli’s hip, then both of them slid away to guide him into turning.
Orlando heard him through a red haze, nodding and turning, shaking off his jeans with irritated passion. He was pale in the half light and ready to kill to get off. ”Hurry!” He insisted, the gasped as cold slick lube covered fingers edged their way up inside him. He hissed, bracing his hands on the wall and cocking his hips up. “Fuck, that’s good.”
Dominic crowded up against Orli’s ass, pushing two fingers in and out and groaning at the hot tight space awaiting him. “God!” They were both wired on beer and candy and each other, and Dom had the latex on in record time, rubbing the last of the lube over himself. “Here it comes.” He grated, grinning wildly as he lined himself up.
“Will you just fucking fuck me!?” Orlando pushed back, palms bitten by the harsh brick and gasping as Dom slid into him hard and fast. “Yeah!” He half crowed, half sobbed. For a while there was nothing but the two of them moaning and cursing and shuddering together. Dominic pushed in hard, snapped his hips back then shot home again before Orlando’s eager body had a chance to close against him again.
“Yeah, yeah, yeah.” Orlando cried with each furious thrust, encouraging, clenching as if he’d never let Dominic stop. The stars wheeled in the half clouded sky and Orli climbed closer and closer to them. “Dominic!” The cry was frantic, almost there, feverish and needy.
“Fucking …” Dom’s hand bit into one hip, the other circling around Orli’s narrow frame to stroke his throbbing cock roughly in time to his sudden jerky little thrusts. “Come, fucking come!”
It was a race with no finish line, first one harsh guttural cry and then another slightly higher as both of them greedily pumped out their orgasms within seconds of each other. Orlando clawed the wall, shuddering as Dom wrapped himself around him as much as he possibly good. “Holy…Christ” One of them breathed, between panting gasps. “Yes!” It took a while before either of them could move, aside from sucking in air.
Orli cringed when Dom pulled aside, hating the sudden burn. He turned as Dom took care of the condom, reaching out and hugging him tightly. “You and your fucking pixie stix.” He groaned, half laughing and half just trying to breathe. “Brilliant.”
“Hey, pixie stix rock.” Dom muttered, leaning against Orli and the wall. “Brilliant.” He agreed, leaning down and helping Orlando drag his pants back up.
“So, I guess this means you would have rescued me, huh?” He whispered, kissing Orlando slowly as Orli’s arms dropped around him tightly. Their tongues danced together and parted like serpents, devouring each other and then replenishing each other.
“Mmm, yeah.” Orli grinned, nuzzling into Dom and peeling them off the wall, heading for the car. “I would have.”
The end.
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MWAH!
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i want an Orli-pop.
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I remember reading this challenge and giggling, you pulled it off brilliantly though. Well done!
Thanks for participating. :)
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Thanks again!