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FIC: New Zealand
Title: New Zealand
Author: Thalassa
Rated: NC-17
Author’s Notes: This is a part 2, of sorts to Turning the Tables , a fic I wrote for the Flashfic Challenge. BDSM, slave-play, etc.
Pairing: SB/OB
Sean slowly drifted awake, becoming aware of the warmth of a body next to him. He opened sleepy eyes and beheld Orlando, lying on his stomach, but leaned up on one elbow, gazing towards the headboard. Without a glance to acknowledge him, Orlando spoke.
“Do you remember that night in New Zealand? The first time you ever tied me up?”
Sean nodded silently. Orlando gave a ghost of a smile. “I loved that, Sean. I loved being out of control and belonging to you. And I wanted more of it. I wanted to be your boy.” He turned and looked at Sean. “I’ve never forgotten how good it was.”
Sean remembered too. He’d waited patiently for Orlando's return. He'd done a bit of breaking and entering to get into Orli's condo, but he'd succeeded, and now he waited, sitting in an easy chair in the dark.
When he heard Orlando's key in the door, he smiled slowly. His boy was going to be surprised.
Orlando let himself in, humming softly to himself. The club had been packed tonight, and a sheen of sweat still covered him, despite keeping the windows down in the cab. New Zealand was hot this time of year. He tossed his keys onto the endtable, and shook his head, sweeping wet hair back off his forehead, then gasped as he saw the shadow in the chair.
"Shh, Orlando. It's just me." Sean's voice was soft and calming, and Orlando smiled brilliantly.
"Sean! What are you doing here? Is something wrong at your place?"
Sean rose gracefully. "Yes. It's empty."
Orlando pondered the cryptic statement for a moment. "Okay, then. Uh, can I get you a drink? I'm parched." He turned towards the kitchen but was stopped by Sean's hand on his upper arm. He hadn't heard him move.
Sean's voice was close in his ear, close enough to feel the breath ghosting over his skin. "No, Orlando. We don't need anything from the kitchen. Come with me."
He led an unresisting Orlando towards the bedroom. Orli looked puzzled, but still not alarmed. "Lie down."
Orlando suddenly gave a wicked grin. "Oh, it's like that is it? All right Sean. I'll play." They'd spent nights together before, but usually both were drunk at the time. Orlando hadn't smelled any alcohol on Sean, but maybe he'd been drinking vodka tonight. Orli stretched out face up on the coverlet, and crossed his arms behind his head, smirking at Sean. He knew his chest and stomach were revealed to perfection under his tight damp tee-shirt.
Sean looked at him for a long moment, then came to sit on the edge of the bed. His hand moved to Orlando's sternum and he trailed one finger up and down slowly. "I watched you practice with the blades today."
Of course, Orli thought. "And what did you think?"
Sean's eyes lifted to his. "I think you're too fucking pretty for your own good."
He reached up to lift Orli's chin. "I think you're beautiful in a fight. You're graceful and you look good wet like you are right now, with sweat."
Orlando laughed softly. "You're an old bugger, aren't you?"
Sean leaned in close. "Yes. And you like that, don't you, boy?"
Orli could feel his breath on his lips. "Yes," he whispered back, and tried to raise his mouth to Sean's, but was forced back down by Sean's hand on his chest.
"No, pretty, you're not going to do that. Lift your hands above your head. Can I trust you to hold the headboard and not let go?" Sean's gaze was intense, and Orli swallowed.
"You can trust me."
Sean smiled then, and suddenly Orli wasn't sure of any of this. "No Orlando, I don't think I can. I think you might need some help." He reached to the nightstand and picked up a black silk scarf. Orlando knew it wasn't his own. Sean held it up. "Let me help you, Orlando." Sean's voice was as soft and dark as the silk he was holding. He didn't move to tie anything until Orli nodded slowly, then he carefully fastened Orlando's wrists together, then to the headboard. "Is that all right?"
Orlando nodded again. He didn't trust his voice to speak. Sean stood, and went to the dresser. He brought a lighter out of his pocket and lit a few candles there. "Much better. I want to see your eyes, Orlando." Something about the way he was saying Orli's whole name, the way he was purring it, made Orli feel like his entire nervous system was quivering away in his belly.
Sean turned back to the bed, and carefully removed his own clothing, folding each piece and placing it on a chair. When he was nude, he came back to Orli, and sat next to him again.
"Orlando, I am not going to hurt you. Or do anything you don't desire. So if you truly want me to stop at any time, just say so. What was your dog's name again?"
Orli managed to murmur "Maude?"
Sean smiled. "Yes, Maude. If you want me to stop, say Maude. All right?"
Orli nodded again. Sean smiled and leaned over, caressing Orli's cheek. "All right?"
Orlando licked dry lips. "Yes, Sean. All right."
Sean rewarded him with a soft kiss, gently brushing his lips back and forth over Orli's, then leaning back again. Orli's eyes had closed, and they fluttered open in surprise when Sean stopped. Sean chuckled. "I'm not ready for that yet, colt."
Orli nodded, a bit shakily.
Sean got up, and went to the foot of the bed to begin removing Orli's clothing. He kept up a constant soothing commentary as he revealed the lithe body, softly touching and murmuring about beauty and perfection. Orlando began to relax, even as his desire heightened. He’d never seen this side of Sean before, had never seen this side of himself before, for that matter. He’d never suspected how much he’d love being completely taken out of control.
Sean kissed his way up the long legs, nuzzling and nipping at sensitive flesh, evoking soft whimpers that he’d shush immediately. “Don’t make a sound, Orlando,” he whispered. “Just feel it.” He’d taken Orlando away then, lifted him on a wave of sensations and emotions that had left the boy shaking, but satisfied. Then he had untied him, kissed him, and walked out.
Orli had been left hungering for more, aching despite the physical satisfaction. And the next day, Sean had given him a cheery wave, but otherwise had acted as if nothing had happened between them. The hobbits had noticed something was different, but even Dom had been unable to penetrate the barrier he’d put up. Then, a week later, Sean had come back. Before Orlando would let him touch him, he’d demanded to know why Sean had ignored him.
“Orli, love,” Sean had purred in his ear, “You don’t want people thinking you’re just a little rentboy, do you? Just someone any man can have?”
Orlando protested. “I’m not! And you having me isn’t the same as anybody, Sean, you know that. I want more than that.”
Sean smiled as he moved closer, letting his hips brush against Orlando’s. “Tell me what you want, boy.”
They’d had sex again then, hard, against the wall. Sean had bitten Orlando, fucked him hard and almost dry and Orlando had loved it. He’d dug marks in Sean’s back, and after Sean had come the first time, had let Sean carry him to bed, to fuck him again. And after, when Sean had kissed him and left, he’d curled into his pillow and smiled, knowing tomorrow would be different.
It wasn’t.
Author: Thalassa
Rated: NC-17
Author’s Notes: This is a part 2, of sorts to Turning the Tables , a fic I wrote for the Flashfic Challenge. BDSM, slave-play, etc.
Pairing: SB/OB
Sean slowly drifted awake, becoming aware of the warmth of a body next to him. He opened sleepy eyes and beheld Orlando, lying on his stomach, but leaned up on one elbow, gazing towards the headboard. Without a glance to acknowledge him, Orlando spoke.
“Do you remember that night in New Zealand? The first time you ever tied me up?”
Sean nodded silently. Orlando gave a ghost of a smile. “I loved that, Sean. I loved being out of control and belonging to you. And I wanted more of it. I wanted to be your boy.” He turned and looked at Sean. “I’ve never forgotten how good it was.”
Sean remembered too. He’d waited patiently for Orlando's return. He'd done a bit of breaking and entering to get into Orli's condo, but he'd succeeded, and now he waited, sitting in an easy chair in the dark.
When he heard Orlando's key in the door, he smiled slowly. His boy was going to be surprised.
Orlando let himself in, humming softly to himself. The club had been packed tonight, and a sheen of sweat still covered him, despite keeping the windows down in the cab. New Zealand was hot this time of year. He tossed his keys onto the endtable, and shook his head, sweeping wet hair back off his forehead, then gasped as he saw the shadow in the chair.
"Shh, Orlando. It's just me." Sean's voice was soft and calming, and Orlando smiled brilliantly.
"Sean! What are you doing here? Is something wrong at your place?"
Sean rose gracefully. "Yes. It's empty."
Orlando pondered the cryptic statement for a moment. "Okay, then. Uh, can I get you a drink? I'm parched." He turned towards the kitchen but was stopped by Sean's hand on his upper arm. He hadn't heard him move.
Sean's voice was close in his ear, close enough to feel the breath ghosting over his skin. "No, Orlando. We don't need anything from the kitchen. Come with me."
He led an unresisting Orlando towards the bedroom. Orli looked puzzled, but still not alarmed. "Lie down."
Orlando suddenly gave a wicked grin. "Oh, it's like that is it? All right Sean. I'll play." They'd spent nights together before, but usually both were drunk at the time. Orlando hadn't smelled any alcohol on Sean, but maybe he'd been drinking vodka tonight. Orli stretched out face up on the coverlet, and crossed his arms behind his head, smirking at Sean. He knew his chest and stomach were revealed to perfection under his tight damp tee-shirt.
Sean looked at him for a long moment, then came to sit on the edge of the bed. His hand moved to Orlando's sternum and he trailed one finger up and down slowly. "I watched you practice with the blades today."
Of course, Orli thought. "And what did you think?"
Sean's eyes lifted to his. "I think you're too fucking pretty for your own good."
He reached up to lift Orli's chin. "I think you're beautiful in a fight. You're graceful and you look good wet like you are right now, with sweat."
Orlando laughed softly. "You're an old bugger, aren't you?"
Sean leaned in close. "Yes. And you like that, don't you, boy?"
Orli could feel his breath on his lips. "Yes," he whispered back, and tried to raise his mouth to Sean's, but was forced back down by Sean's hand on his chest.
"No, pretty, you're not going to do that. Lift your hands above your head. Can I trust you to hold the headboard and not let go?" Sean's gaze was intense, and Orli swallowed.
"You can trust me."
Sean smiled then, and suddenly Orli wasn't sure of any of this. "No Orlando, I don't think I can. I think you might need some help." He reached to the nightstand and picked up a black silk scarf. Orlando knew it wasn't his own. Sean held it up. "Let me help you, Orlando." Sean's voice was as soft and dark as the silk he was holding. He didn't move to tie anything until Orli nodded slowly, then he carefully fastened Orlando's wrists together, then to the headboard. "Is that all right?"
Orlando nodded again. He didn't trust his voice to speak. Sean stood, and went to the dresser. He brought a lighter out of his pocket and lit a few candles there. "Much better. I want to see your eyes, Orlando." Something about the way he was saying Orli's whole name, the way he was purring it, made Orli feel like his entire nervous system was quivering away in his belly.
Sean turned back to the bed, and carefully removed his own clothing, folding each piece and placing it on a chair. When he was nude, he came back to Orli, and sat next to him again.
"Orlando, I am not going to hurt you. Or do anything you don't desire. So if you truly want me to stop at any time, just say so. What was your dog's name again?"
Orli managed to murmur "Maude?"
Sean smiled. "Yes, Maude. If you want me to stop, say Maude. All right?"
Orli nodded again. Sean smiled and leaned over, caressing Orli's cheek. "All right?"
Orlando licked dry lips. "Yes, Sean. All right."
Sean rewarded him with a soft kiss, gently brushing his lips back and forth over Orli's, then leaning back again. Orli's eyes had closed, and they fluttered open in surprise when Sean stopped. Sean chuckled. "I'm not ready for that yet, colt."
Orli nodded, a bit shakily.
Sean got up, and went to the foot of the bed to begin removing Orli's clothing. He kept up a constant soothing commentary as he revealed the lithe body, softly touching and murmuring about beauty and perfection. Orlando began to relax, even as his desire heightened. He’d never seen this side of Sean before, had never seen this side of himself before, for that matter. He’d never suspected how much he’d love being completely taken out of control.
Sean kissed his way up the long legs, nuzzling and nipping at sensitive flesh, evoking soft whimpers that he’d shush immediately. “Don’t make a sound, Orlando,” he whispered. “Just feel it.” He’d taken Orlando away then, lifted him on a wave of sensations and emotions that had left the boy shaking, but satisfied. Then he had untied him, kissed him, and walked out.
Orli had been left hungering for more, aching despite the physical satisfaction. And the next day, Sean had given him a cheery wave, but otherwise had acted as if nothing had happened between them. The hobbits had noticed something was different, but even Dom had been unable to penetrate the barrier he’d put up. Then, a week later, Sean had come back. Before Orlando would let him touch him, he’d demanded to know why Sean had ignored him.
“Orli, love,” Sean had purred in his ear, “You don’t want people thinking you’re just a little rentboy, do you? Just someone any man can have?”
Orlando protested. “I’m not! And you having me isn’t the same as anybody, Sean, you know that. I want more than that.”
Sean smiled as he moved closer, letting his hips brush against Orlando’s. “Tell me what you want, boy.”
They’d had sex again then, hard, against the wall. Sean had bitten Orlando, fucked him hard and almost dry and Orlando had loved it. He’d dug marks in Sean’s back, and after Sean had come the first time, had let Sean carry him to bed, to fuck him again. And after, when Sean had kissed him and left, he’d curled into his pillow and smiled, knowing tomorrow would be different.
It wasn’t.
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Intensingly incredible.
Loved every minute of this and want more.
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