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Title: Spin Me Right Round
Pairing: OB/BB, implied OB/VM
Author: quailquill
Rated: PG-13
Summary: Orlando is a bad bad boy.
Disclaimer: I have taken innocent strangers and written fiction about them. I don't know them; they don't know me. Or this story. Shhh.
Beta: the ever-patient![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
shrinetolust
Author's Note: Written for the Two Lines Fanfic Challenge.
well i was drunk and i was bored / and he was cute so i was lured
bitch and animal, "drag king bar"
"...and Martin here is actually a mate..." Billy stopped, his index finger still trailing along the names of the band listed on the CD cover. He got the feeling Orlando had stopped listening a long time ago. He looked up and sure enough Orlando was looking at him, not the CD cover. He moved his mouth to say "What is it?" but had only configured his lips into "whu" when Orlando softly said, "Billy," and placed his mouth on Billy's half-open one. Billy blinked in surprise, but only once before his eyes closed. The case slipped from his fingers forgotten.
Orlando gently placed one hand at the base of Billy's throat. His long fingers lay over the other man's collarbones and he could feel Billy's pulse quickening as the kiss deepened. He was holding Billy like a rare piece of art being minutely inspected, and it must have been having an intense effect--Billy was clutching at Orlando's belt loops for support. "Billy," Orlando whispered again as he began to kiss his neck.
Orlando had long ago noticed Billy's attributes--the quick smile, the Cupid's bow lips, the sparkling eyes-- and now he couldn't resist kissing Billy. Not when he had been so cute and sincere, describing a local band from home, that accent caressing every vowel and sibilant, those lips perpetually curved up at the ends, with seemingly only the middle of his mouth moving to describe Everett, Thomas and some guy named Martin. Not when Orlando was sick of feeling discarded and helpless. Not when his phone calls were going unreturned. Not when there was still no sign of Viggo at this damn party.
Orlando felt Billy's hands clutching his shirt in hot little bunches. Billy's mouth was fulfilling all the promises Orlando had seen in his eyes, responding eagerly to Orlando's demanding lips. Small moans and gasps issued from those perfect lips at every break in contact. With his body pressed so close Orlando could feel how much Billy wanted him. "We are seriously snogging here," Orlando thought, and was almost disappointed to hear muffled shouts of "Viggo!" from the kitchen.
He gently disengaged his mouth from Billy's. "We're not going to do this in Elijah's lounge are we?" Orlando tried to keep his tone light. "'Cause Billy, actually we're not going to do this at all." Orlando slowly stepped back. Billy's eyes grew darker as his pupils expanded. He pulled his hands off Orlando quickly.
"We...we're not?"
"Sorry." Orlando shrugged. "I just felt like kissing you."
"You just...Orlando, you did a damn sight more than *just* kiss me!" Billy looked wild with confusion.
Orlando had the grace to look ashamed. "Yeah, I admit I got carried away."
Billy's mouth fell open in indignance.
"...I think Orli's in here, and..." Elijah came through with Viggo, stopping abruptly at the sight of Billy's red-faced glare and Orlando's overly innocent expression. "Um," he continued before turning and walking around Viggo, back to the kitchen.
"Hey," Viggo seemed not to notice anything out of the ordinary as he approached Orlando. "Are you guys having a good time?" Viggo slung his arm over Orlando's shoulders and smiled at Billy. "Bill. How's Pippin tonight?"
"Not very happy at the moment."
"No?" Viggo waited for more, but nothing else was said, and he accepted this as he did all things, with seeming nonchalance. Raised eyebrows and a sympathetic nod signaled the extent of his concern.
"So, Orlando, come show me where Elijah is hiding the beer. I'm practically dying of thirst." Viggo shepherded Orlando toward the doorway. Orlando took a furtive look back over his shoulder to where Billy was standing. He stumbled a little over Elijah's lumpy carpet as he recognized the extinguished hopes and genuine pain smoldering in the green eyes. Billy's mouth--so accommodating before--was drawn into a thin line. Orlando opened his own mouth a little to say something, anything, to salvage their friendship but Viggo's arm tightened firmly around him, and then it was every man for himself.
Pairing: OB/BB, implied OB/VM
Author: quailquill
Rated: PG-13
Summary: Orlando is a bad bad boy.
Disclaimer: I have taken innocent strangers and written fiction about them. I don't know them; they don't know me. Or this story. Shhh.
Beta: the ever-patient
shrinetolustAuthor's Note: Written for the Two Lines Fanfic Challenge.
well i was drunk and i was bored / and he was cute so i was lured
bitch and animal, "drag king bar"
"...and Martin here is actually a mate..." Billy stopped, his index finger still trailing along the names of the band listed on the CD cover. He got the feeling Orlando had stopped listening a long time ago. He looked up and sure enough Orlando was looking at him, not the CD cover. He moved his mouth to say "What is it?" but had only configured his lips into "whu" when Orlando softly said, "Billy," and placed his mouth on Billy's half-open one. Billy blinked in surprise, but only once before his eyes closed. The case slipped from his fingers forgotten.
Orlando gently placed one hand at the base of Billy's throat. His long fingers lay over the other man's collarbones and he could feel Billy's pulse quickening as the kiss deepened. He was holding Billy like a rare piece of art being minutely inspected, and it must have been having an intense effect--Billy was clutching at Orlando's belt loops for support. "Billy," Orlando whispered again as he began to kiss his neck.
Orlando had long ago noticed Billy's attributes--the quick smile, the Cupid's bow lips, the sparkling eyes-- and now he couldn't resist kissing Billy. Not when he had been so cute and sincere, describing a local band from home, that accent caressing every vowel and sibilant, those lips perpetually curved up at the ends, with seemingly only the middle of his mouth moving to describe Everett, Thomas and some guy named Martin. Not when Orlando was sick of feeling discarded and helpless. Not when his phone calls were going unreturned. Not when there was still no sign of Viggo at this damn party.
Orlando felt Billy's hands clutching his shirt in hot little bunches. Billy's mouth was fulfilling all the promises Orlando had seen in his eyes, responding eagerly to Orlando's demanding lips. Small moans and gasps issued from those perfect lips at every break in contact. With his body pressed so close Orlando could feel how much Billy wanted him. "We are seriously snogging here," Orlando thought, and was almost disappointed to hear muffled shouts of "Viggo!" from the kitchen.
He gently disengaged his mouth from Billy's. "We're not going to do this in Elijah's lounge are we?" Orlando tried to keep his tone light. "'Cause Billy, actually we're not going to do this at all." Orlando slowly stepped back. Billy's eyes grew darker as his pupils expanded. He pulled his hands off Orlando quickly.
"We...we're not?"
"Sorry." Orlando shrugged. "I just felt like kissing you."
"You just...Orlando, you did a damn sight more than *just* kiss me!" Billy looked wild with confusion.
Orlando had the grace to look ashamed. "Yeah, I admit I got carried away."
Billy's mouth fell open in indignance.
"...I think Orli's in here, and..." Elijah came through with Viggo, stopping abruptly at the sight of Billy's red-faced glare and Orlando's overly innocent expression. "Um," he continued before turning and walking around Viggo, back to the kitchen.
"Hey," Viggo seemed not to notice anything out of the ordinary as he approached Orlando. "Are you guys having a good time?" Viggo slung his arm over Orlando's shoulders and smiled at Billy. "Bill. How's Pippin tonight?"
"Not very happy at the moment."
"No?" Viggo waited for more, but nothing else was said, and he accepted this as he did all things, with seeming nonchalance. Raised eyebrows and a sympathetic nod signaled the extent of his concern.
"So, Orlando, come show me where Elijah is hiding the beer. I'm practically dying of thirst." Viggo shepherded Orlando toward the doorway. Orlando took a furtive look back over his shoulder to where Billy was standing. He stumbled a little over Elijah's lumpy carpet as he recognized the extinguished hopes and genuine pain smoldering in the green eyes. Billy's mouth--so accommodating before--was drawn into a thin line. Orlando opened his own mouth a little to say something, anything, to salvage their friendship but Viggo's arm tightened firmly around him, and then it was every man for himself.
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I'm sorry Bills!