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telesilla.livejournal.com) wrote in fellowshippers2003-11-28 05:56 am
Drabble -- "Iron Grip" (SB/OB, NC-17)
Title: Iron Grip
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telesilla
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: SB/OB
Archive: ask first please
Summary: Orlando loves his bruises
Disclaimer: Not RL; didn't happen. If you think this has anything to do with the real actors involved, then you need to put down the crack pipe.
Notes: Inspired by a couple of lines* from Sean Bean's mini-interview in the January 2004 Empire LOTR Collectors' Magazine (as seen inlazulus's LJ). I've said again and again that drabbles feel like cheating and yet I keep writing them.
Orlando looks at the bruises that night, alone in his bed. He fits his slender fingers to them and smiles when it's obvious they were made by a larger hand than his. He brushes his own hand above the bluish marks on his thigh and imagines he can feel the heat of them rising up from his skin.
Without stopping to think he grabs his already hard cock with one hand and presses his fingers hard against the bruises with the other hand. It hurts a little and he hisses faintly even as the hurt causes him to stroke harder.
His marks on me ... the shape of his fingers drawn on my leg ... written in blue and purple ... Sean's marks.
He comes with a low groan and goes boneless for a moment, his hand trailing off his thigh to lie limply on the bed at his side.
Someday I'll get him to do that for a better reason than because helicopters terrify him.
It's a pleasant fantasy and, even though he knows it's an unlikely one, he falls asleep with a smile on his face.
End
*It was blowing a gale, very grey and rainy, like the Yorkshire Moors, and this helicopter was swinging around in the wind. I had an iron grip on Orlando's thigh for the whole journey. Sean Bean
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telesillaRating: NC-17
Pairing: SB/OB
Archive: ask first please
Summary: Orlando loves his bruises
Disclaimer: Not RL; didn't happen. If you think this has anything to do with the real actors involved, then you need to put down the crack pipe.
Notes: Inspired by a couple of lines* from Sean Bean's mini-interview in the January 2004 Empire LOTR Collectors' Magazine (as seen in
lazulus's LJ). I've said again and again that drabbles feel like cheating and yet I keep writing them. Orlando looks at the bruises that night, alone in his bed. He fits his slender fingers to them and smiles when it's obvious they were made by a larger hand than his. He brushes his own hand above the bluish marks on his thigh and imagines he can feel the heat of them rising up from his skin.
Without stopping to think he grabs his already hard cock with one hand and presses his fingers hard against the bruises with the other hand. It hurts a little and he hisses faintly even as the hurt causes him to stroke harder.
His marks on me ... the shape of his fingers drawn on my leg ... written in blue and purple ... Sean's marks.
He comes with a low groan and goes boneless for a moment, his hand trailing off his thigh to lie limply on the bed at his side.
Someday I'll get him to do that for a better reason than because helicopters terrify him.
It's a pleasant fantasy and, even though he knows it's an unlikely one, he falls asleep with a smile on his face.
End
*It was blowing a gale, very grey and rainy, like the Yorkshire Moors, and this helicopter was swinging around in the wind. I had an iron grip on Orlando's thigh for the whole journey. Sean Bean
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