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delphynn.livejournal.com) wrote in fellowshippers2003-10-11 10:13 pm
Happy 2/3
Be it known that a while ago, I posted Happy 1/3. I had intended to use something I'd already done for the continuation and soon realized that that just wasn't Happy enough.
So, by popular demand, I bring you an all new Happy 2/3.
Pairing: Bean/Orli
Rating: R
Archive: My LJ, possibly www.slashfanfiction.com, if I remember.
Disclaimers: Never happened. I made it all up. Nothing is implied or inferred about either of this lovely men. This is Celebrity Fantasy Fiction.
Sean kissed like a wet dream waiting to happen. It started out slowly, the track of his warm wet cinnamon tasting tongue gliding back and forth over the seam of Orlando’s lips until he could swear they burned for a deeper taste. Sean’s arm was wrapped securely around Orli’s narrow hips, holding him in the shelter of a dark balcony pressing closer with every second that went by. Orli’s mouth felt dry even with the liquid swish of Sean’s tongue coaxing entrance, lips parting with a near hopeless eagerness. Fuck, he’d only dreamed and imagined and …to be honest, wanked off to this very thought more times than he could easily count and yet the reality was so much better there was no comparison.
Sean made him wait, made a soft little hungry noise strangle in Orli’s throat before he thrust his tongue in Orlando’s mouth, stroking and caressing with the kind of utterly sensual finesse that only experience could bring. Orlando found himself clutching at Sean’s shoulders, arching closer in the short lived anguish of wanting that tongue like he wanted Sean’s cock impaling him. The elfin young man crooned, moaned as he sucked at Sean’s tongue, coiling his own around it and felt the pressure of Sean’s mouth deepen, slash more hungrily across his own.
Sean’s arm pulled back to lean Orli against the support of the wall, the strong hands flattened in the center of Orlando’s back, smoothing downwards to possessively cup the rounded curve of his ass, lifting enough to grind the cup of Orli’s pelvis up against his own. Orli’s head tipped back when Sean deigned to let him breathe, panting and lifting his own hands to cup Sean’s jaw; wind his fingers into the wheat color of Sean’s hair. “Come back.” He urged.
Sean complied with a faint laugh that turned almost immediately into an erotic growl, mouths fitting together blatantly with the returning kiss. Orli wanted to climb up into Sean, wiggle under his skin, drink him in like the finest vintage know to man as they kissed and pause and kissed again until his mouth was red and bruised and felt tender to Orlando’s own taut senses. By the time Sean dropped his head to nip at Orli’s ear instead, Orlando was doing everything he could to practically climb the graceful length of Sean’s body. One leg hitched high on Sean’s hip, an arm wound tight around Sean’s neck, fingers buried in his hair, the other hand shoved up under the thin fabric of Sean’s tee shirt to feel the muscles flex and shift in his back. “Don’t stop, for fuck’s sake, please don’t stop.” He breathed, rubbing against the hard weight of Sean’s cock like a cat desperate for more petting.
“Shh, relax elf boy.” Sean grinned, gently but firmly peeling Orlando off him and taking a half pace back. He caught hold of Orli’s hand and brought it up against his cock, rocking the palm against the length of his own erection. “This is for you, no one else, just you.” He soothed, using the other hand to reach for Orlando’s cock through old soft denim in turn. “Is this for me? Mine?” He asked, green eyes gone a thousand shades darker with arousal.
Orlando emphatically nodded. “Yes, oh fuck yes.” He’d tried to self-censor his usual speech patterns but it just didn’t work. Sean hadn’t seemed to mind as much as he’d expected. He leaned forward again as if to seek out another kiss but Sean shook his head, rubbing harder, stroking through the denim and then he squeezed in such a way that Orli moaned hungrily, obediently stroking Sean’s length in turn.
“Good.” Sean approved, leaning to nuzzle at Orli’s neck briefly. “I can’t finish this tonight, Orlando. I want to draw it out, savor having you to myself. Mine.” He murmured temptingly into the curve of Orlando’s ear and then bit at the lobe making Orli moan and jump at the same time.
“You’re leaving me? Now?” Orlando whimpered, flat out whimpered and gave Sean a dazed and pouty look, fingers jumping under Sean’s hand as his cock twitched as well. “I don’t want you to go.”
“Mmm, I know. I know. But it’ll be better, promise. Just till tomorrow night, we’ll have the weekend then and I can give you my total attention.” Sean coaxed, sliding his tongue in and out of Orli’s ear and rocking his palm over the younger man’s erection. He could swear he could count Orlando’s eager pulse. Christ this was more difficult than he’d expected. Orlando was like a hit of some frighteningly intense drug. Sean couldn’t stop tasting, touching him now that he’d started.
“Promise?” Orlando repeated, groaning all over again. He could only imagine what an entire weekend spent with Sean would be like. More than he’d ever expected to get with this man. “I don’t know if I can live that long.” He added, hips see saw rocking against that hand, his own facile touch working on Sean’s cock hard until Sean very tenderly pulled away, kissing his palm with a slow drag of his mouth across the center.
“Swear to God.” He assured, pressing his fingers lightly over Orlando’s bruised lips. “I have to go.” He said, taking the first difficult step to part them all together. “Can’t wait to have you all to myself.” He repeated, the same thing he’d said out on the cliff this morning, before this incredible…Jesus, date.
Orlando couldn’t stand up on his own steam; he leaned against the doorframe unsteadily. “I’m going to be thinking very dirty thoughts about you.” He warned watching Sean go.
“Go ahead, so will I, about you.”
He’s going to kill me, making me wait. Jesus, but it’s the best thing that ever happened to me. We kissed and kissed and ….God, he tastes like ….like…I don’t even fucking know. He called me after he left, and caught me tossing off. I couldn’t help it, he got me so fucking hot I couldn’t breathe it hurt so bad. He made me listen to him come then and I wanted to see it so badly. He sounded incredible, and I still keep waiting to wake up from this dream. It’s almost too good to be true, but fucking hell, I’m happy.
So, by popular demand, I bring you an all new Happy 2/3.
Pairing: Bean/Orli
Rating: R
Archive: My LJ, possibly www.slashfanfiction.com, if I remember.
Disclaimers: Never happened. I made it all up. Nothing is implied or inferred about either of this lovely men. This is Celebrity Fantasy Fiction.
Sean kissed like a wet dream waiting to happen. It started out slowly, the track of his warm wet cinnamon tasting tongue gliding back and forth over the seam of Orlando’s lips until he could swear they burned for a deeper taste. Sean’s arm was wrapped securely around Orli’s narrow hips, holding him in the shelter of a dark balcony pressing closer with every second that went by. Orli’s mouth felt dry even with the liquid swish of Sean’s tongue coaxing entrance, lips parting with a near hopeless eagerness. Fuck, he’d only dreamed and imagined and …to be honest, wanked off to this very thought more times than he could easily count and yet the reality was so much better there was no comparison.
Sean made him wait, made a soft little hungry noise strangle in Orli’s throat before he thrust his tongue in Orlando’s mouth, stroking and caressing with the kind of utterly sensual finesse that only experience could bring. Orlando found himself clutching at Sean’s shoulders, arching closer in the short lived anguish of wanting that tongue like he wanted Sean’s cock impaling him. The elfin young man crooned, moaned as he sucked at Sean’s tongue, coiling his own around it and felt the pressure of Sean’s mouth deepen, slash more hungrily across his own.
Sean’s arm pulled back to lean Orli against the support of the wall, the strong hands flattened in the center of Orlando’s back, smoothing downwards to possessively cup the rounded curve of his ass, lifting enough to grind the cup of Orli’s pelvis up against his own. Orli’s head tipped back when Sean deigned to let him breathe, panting and lifting his own hands to cup Sean’s jaw; wind his fingers into the wheat color of Sean’s hair. “Come back.” He urged.
Sean complied with a faint laugh that turned almost immediately into an erotic growl, mouths fitting together blatantly with the returning kiss. Orli wanted to climb up into Sean, wiggle under his skin, drink him in like the finest vintage know to man as they kissed and pause and kissed again until his mouth was red and bruised and felt tender to Orlando’s own taut senses. By the time Sean dropped his head to nip at Orli’s ear instead, Orlando was doing everything he could to practically climb the graceful length of Sean’s body. One leg hitched high on Sean’s hip, an arm wound tight around Sean’s neck, fingers buried in his hair, the other hand shoved up under the thin fabric of Sean’s tee shirt to feel the muscles flex and shift in his back. “Don’t stop, for fuck’s sake, please don’t stop.” He breathed, rubbing against the hard weight of Sean’s cock like a cat desperate for more petting.
“Shh, relax elf boy.” Sean grinned, gently but firmly peeling Orlando off him and taking a half pace back. He caught hold of Orli’s hand and brought it up against his cock, rocking the palm against the length of his own erection. “This is for you, no one else, just you.” He soothed, using the other hand to reach for Orlando’s cock through old soft denim in turn. “Is this for me? Mine?” He asked, green eyes gone a thousand shades darker with arousal.
Orlando emphatically nodded. “Yes, oh fuck yes.” He’d tried to self-censor his usual speech patterns but it just didn’t work. Sean hadn’t seemed to mind as much as he’d expected. He leaned forward again as if to seek out another kiss but Sean shook his head, rubbing harder, stroking through the denim and then he squeezed in such a way that Orli moaned hungrily, obediently stroking Sean’s length in turn.
“Good.” Sean approved, leaning to nuzzle at Orli’s neck briefly. “I can’t finish this tonight, Orlando. I want to draw it out, savor having you to myself. Mine.” He murmured temptingly into the curve of Orlando’s ear and then bit at the lobe making Orli moan and jump at the same time.
“You’re leaving me? Now?” Orlando whimpered, flat out whimpered and gave Sean a dazed and pouty look, fingers jumping under Sean’s hand as his cock twitched as well. “I don’t want you to go.”
“Mmm, I know. I know. But it’ll be better, promise. Just till tomorrow night, we’ll have the weekend then and I can give you my total attention.” Sean coaxed, sliding his tongue in and out of Orli’s ear and rocking his palm over the younger man’s erection. He could swear he could count Orlando’s eager pulse. Christ this was more difficult than he’d expected. Orlando was like a hit of some frighteningly intense drug. Sean couldn’t stop tasting, touching him now that he’d started.
“Promise?” Orlando repeated, groaning all over again. He could only imagine what an entire weekend spent with Sean would be like. More than he’d ever expected to get with this man. “I don’t know if I can live that long.” He added, hips see saw rocking against that hand, his own facile touch working on Sean’s cock hard until Sean very tenderly pulled away, kissing his palm with a slow drag of his mouth across the center.
“Swear to God.” He assured, pressing his fingers lightly over Orlando’s bruised lips. “I have to go.” He said, taking the first difficult step to part them all together. “Can’t wait to have you all to myself.” He repeated, the same thing he’d said out on the cliff this morning, before this incredible…Jesus, date.
Orlando couldn’t stand up on his own steam; he leaned against the doorframe unsteadily. “I’m going to be thinking very dirty thoughts about you.” He warned watching Sean go.
“Go ahead, so will I, about you.”
He’s going to kill me, making me wait. Jesus, but it’s the best thing that ever happened to me. We kissed and kissed and ….God, he tastes like ….like…I don’t even fucking know. He called me after he left, and caught me tossing off. I couldn’t help it, he got me so fucking hot I couldn’t breathe it hurt so bad. He made me listen to him come then and I wanted to see it so badly. He sounded incredible, and I still keep waiting to wake up from this dream. It’s almost too good to be true, but fucking hell, I’m happy.
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I feel like Orlando:
“Don’t stop, for fuck’s sake, please don’t stop.”
Now you'll have to excuse me. I have some, er, business to attend to.
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Please post the next part soon!
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This was amazing. More, please.
I have to go sit in a freezer now...*g*
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Umm, Orli, WE KNOW HOW YOU FEEL!!!!!
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Working on three now.
:)
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Coming soon! Ooh, pun!
So glad you enjoyed!
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Thank you!
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thanks! i'm a poet, so i used a line from one of my poems. can't get more original than that, huh? (at least i hope not...)