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fellowshippers2006-09-27 08:13 pm
gingerale2u.livejournal.com) wrote in fellowshippers2006-09-27 08:13 pm
FIC: Tell me (II)
Title: Tell me (II)
Author: Lorelai
Pairing: EW/OB
Rating: NC-17, kink
A/N: This is my first fic and its unbeta:d – be gentle!!
Author: Lorelai
Pairing: EW/OB
Rating: NC-17, kink
A/N: This is my first fic and its unbeta:d – be gentle!!
On Sundays he always
did the laundry and tried to clean up the mess in his apartment. He liked that, found it comforting and relaxing probably because he could let his mind wander and didn’t have to concentrate on schooling facial expressions to look like someone else, like a hobbit or a psycopat. This Sunday however was not as relaxing as it used to be mostly because when he entered the livingroom, some time after noon, with a trash can set to clear the coffetable from beerbottles, pizzaboxes and a overfull smelly ashtray he found his friend, asleep, on the couch.
Orlando was thinner than he remebered and even in his sleep he looked anything but relaxed. His jaw was clenched thight and he slept on his side with the long legs drawn up against his chest instead of loose-limbed and sprawled all over like he used to sleep, all those years ago on his old ratty couch in New Zealand.
First he felt aroused, especially when he saw the black leather wristband on Orlandos left arm but then he realised it was just a watch and slowly sat down next to him on the carpet and placed his hand on Orlandos shoulder.
“Orlando... wake-up, mate...”
“Go away....” came the mumbling reply and Orlando swatted at his hand to let him be but he didn’t and instead started to gently shake him awake.
“Don’t fall asleep on me, Orli. I’ll go get coffee, you want some?”
There was still some warm coffee left in the pot and when he pured a cup he noticed his hands was shaking pretty bad. ‘Please, don’t let me do something stupid like molest him’ he thougt and added some sugar to the coffee. A faint noise from the kitchen door startled him and he turned and looked, really looked at Orlando.
The thin body and the dark circles under his eyes did nothing to hide the beauty of the strong masculine body. He was clad in baggy cargo pants and a red t-shirt. The famous curls was tusled and in a serious mess and in vain he tried to tame them but didn’t find something to bind them with so he gave up with a annoyed sigh and jumped the cabinet next to Elijah.
“How are you?” he asked and found a braid left behind by his sister next to the flour packet and the honey jar in the top cabinet.
“I’m...uhm...You know...” said Orlando and took the offered pink braid and toyed with it instead of making a ponytail and avoided eyecontact.
“I don’t. You tell me”, Elijahs hand found a safe place on Orlandos thigh and rubbed the spot soothingly and relished the contact. “Why are you here Orli? It’s been months since our last phonecall.”
“You are my friend, Lij, I just wanted to stop by but you were asleep and I thought I’d just wait... then I fell asleep to...” His voice never wavered but Elijah knew he lied and before he realised what he did he had Orlando pinned to the floor.
“What?! Are you mad?” Orlandos voice trembled and he sounded confused but his body squirmed almost violently, “Get off me ye’ daft bugger!”
His heart pounded inside his chest and he could barely breathe in excitement and arousal rushed through his veins and it took everything to keep Orlandos hands pinned above his head.
“No.”
“What do you mean ‘no’? Get off!” Orlandos struggling increased and he tried hard to push his hips off the ground and flip them over, that is until he felt the hard ridge of Elijahs cock press against his hipbone, then he just stopped and closed his eyes.
“NO, I am not mad and NO, I will not let you go Orlando”, said Elijah in a suprisingly calm and steady voice but inside his mind a voice yelled at him ‘You stupid motherfucker this is the worst fucking thing you EVER could have done to him!’, “Not until you tell me what’s wrong”.
TBC...
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;-)
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-Lorelai
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I let you know when chap 3 is ready.. probably later today...
-Lorelai
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MORE!
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Secondly, I found a few typos and I hope you don't mind if I point them out. No offense meant.
mind wander and didn’t have to concentrate on schooling facial expressions to look like someone else, like a hobbit or a b>psycopat.
should be psychopath
His jaw was clenched thight
should be thingh
he thougt and added some sugar to the coffee.
should be thought
with a annoyed sigh and jumped the cabinet next to Elijah.
maybe jumped up onto the countertop
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-Lorelai
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Good god, give me more and now!
Its an order you know, really it is, i'm not begging, i'm rodering...ok, i'll beg.
More, please