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Watching (1/1)
Title: Watching
Author: Molly (![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
magickalmolly)
Characters: Orlando and Billy
Rating: R
Archive: Welcome to Hobbiton, others please ask
E-mail addresses for feedback: molly@hearthstonecircle.org
Disclaimers: I don't own these lovely men nor do I have any inside information on how they shower.
Warnings: None (well, okay, there's no actual sex...sorry!)
Authors notes: Orli takes a shower and Billy watches. <4
Tying his shoe, foot resting on the worn wood of the bench, Billy finished getting dressed and locked his locker. The gym dressing room was completely empty this time of day, with most people being at work, and it was the perfect opportunity for Billy and Orlando to come and work out. It was more private that way; no one bothering them for their autographs or thinking Billy was Dominic, telling him he played a great Merry. Yeah, thanks. Silly L.A. people.
He grabbed his towel, rubbing behind his ears with it while he made his way to the laundry hamper, humming idly to himself. Orlando was still in the shower; he could hear the water running as he tossed his towel into the bin. Pausing at the doorway, Billy struggled with himself for a moment, fighting with the urge to look into the shower room. He knew it was juvenile of him, but he couldn’t help but to sneak a peek. Slowly, he peered around the corner, curious.
The shower was just one big tiled room, with crome showerheads and handles along the wall about every eight feet and drains set into the concrete floor. It wasn’t very private, but it certainly made you shower quickly. Billy himself had gotten in and out before Orli had even finished getting undressed.
The tile was that generic white of all public showers, and Orli’s dark skin contrasting against it, the difference startling under the fluorescent lighting. Orli stood under the hot spray, head back and eyes closed, and Billy took an unconscious moment to study his body. If God had made a perfect man, Orli was certainly it. Every inch of him was lean muscle and grace, and the tired clichés of chiseled features and a sculpted body were suddenly not so commonplace when looking at him.
Billy watched, transfixed, as Orli began to slowly move his hands over his skin; through his hair and down his neck, across the broad expanse of his chest, just smoothing the water over himself. The water sprayed down his back. Orli rolled his shoulders and tipped his head from side to side, stretching. Billy could see his muscles flex and rotate under his tanned skin, and he licked his lips, wondering what that skin must feel like.
Taking the soap from the little porcelain tray set into the wall, Orli lathered up his hands, moving them down his body with a mindful concentration. He worked his fingers in small circles over his neck, then across his shoulder and under his arms. He slid his palms over his chest, and Billy had to stifle a gasp as he watched Orli brush his fingertips over his own dark nipples slowly, lowering his head and biting his lip. He paused for a moment, and Billy was sure that he would simply continue to wash himself, but Orli kept his fingers there, taking his nipples and pulling at them gently, a soft moan escaping his parted lips.
His mind told him not to look; screamed at him to walk back into the locker room and allow his mate some privacy, but Billy couldn’t make his feet move or his eyes turn away. The sight of Orli pleasuring himself was too stunning and Billy found himself rooted in place, secretly wishing for more.
Orli continued playing with his nipples, letting his head slowly tip back again and his eyes flutter close. The hot water cascaded down Orli’s taut skin, tracing uneven rivulets through the soft hair at his belly and legs, drawing Billy’s eyes down as well, down to the growing erection at the base of Orli’s thighs. With a lithe roll of his hips, Orli slid one of his hands down his belly, over tight abs and sun tattoo, dragging his fingers through his thick black hair there, his skin shivering under his own caress.
Billy could hear him purring deep in his throat, see him leaning into his touch, smell the soap and the unmistakable scent of sexual arousal that seemed to carry on the humid steam in the air. Billy was gripping the doorway with one hand, knuckles whitening as he watched Orli began to stroke himself, afraid that if he moved now Orli would somehow hear him and stop the breathtaking way he was touching his body. And, if he were completely honest with himself, Billy would admit that he didn’t want to leave, didn’t want to miss a single exquisite stroke. The sight was erotic to say the least.
Slowly thrusting his lean hips, wet mouth parted and moaning, Orli moved his fist with an increasing rhythm over his taut flesh. Billy could only stare, watching the graceful way Orli’s body seemed to almost dance, each stroke and thrust a sensual gesticulation under the flowing water. Moving faster, his breath coming in short pants, Orli arched back, the water washing down his torso, splashing over his hand. Billy held his breath.
Eyes wide and staring, Billy found himself leaning forward, silently urging Orli’s body to reach its release, wanting it more and more with each thrust. Orli shuddered, groaning deeply and baring his teeth as his chin dropped to his chest. His hips jerked up, hard and fast, coming in his hand with a cry, and Billy cried out softly as well, unable to stop himself.
Stepping back quickly, Billy went to the locker room, his face flaming red and his body trembling. He opened his locker, looking inside without seeing, his mind re-playing what he had just witnessed over and over again. He hoped that Orli had not heard him because that was...yeah. He'd hate to ruin that memory with having Orli mad at him. It wasn’t until he heard another locker slam shut that Billy realized Orli was behind him, zipping up his khakis and talking to him.
“Billy…Bill… oi, mate,” Orli nudged at Billy’s shoulder as he stepped into his shoes. “What’s wrong; workout too hard for you?” Orli flashed him a dazzling smile and Billy found himself smiling back, breathing a sigh of relief. Okay, good. He could do this. Orli hadn’t seen Billy watching him. He raised his eyes upwards for a moment and said a silent prayer of thanks as they made their way out.
At the car, Orli was still grinning at Billy, and Billy looked back quizzically, wondering what was on his friend’s mind. Tossing both of their gym bags into the trunk, Orli said, “You know Billy, I didn’t mind the audience, but next time it would be more fun if you joined me.” Winking and chuckling at Billy’s stunned face, Orli slid into the driver’s seat, starting the engine. He reached over and popped open the passenger’s door.
“Wanna go for a pint?” There was that smile again, all boyish charm and sexy innuendo and Billy simply couldn’t refuse. A pint? Yes, a pint sounded really good just about now. Perhaps two or three. Billy slid into the passenger’s seat and buckled in, ready for whatever might happen next.
Author: Molly (
magickalmolly)Characters: Orlando and Billy
Rating: R
Archive: Welcome to Hobbiton, others please ask
E-mail addresses for feedback: molly@hearthstonecircle.org
Disclaimers: I don't own these lovely men nor do I have any inside information on how they shower.
Warnings: None (well, okay, there's no actual sex...sorry!)
Authors notes: Orli takes a shower and Billy watches. <4
Tying his shoe, foot resting on the worn wood of the bench, Billy finished getting dressed and locked his locker. The gym dressing room was completely empty this time of day, with most people being at work, and it was the perfect opportunity for Billy and Orlando to come and work out. It was more private that way; no one bothering them for their autographs or thinking Billy was Dominic, telling him he played a great Merry. Yeah, thanks. Silly L.A. people.
He grabbed his towel, rubbing behind his ears with it while he made his way to the laundry hamper, humming idly to himself. Orlando was still in the shower; he could hear the water running as he tossed his towel into the bin. Pausing at the doorway, Billy struggled with himself for a moment, fighting with the urge to look into the shower room. He knew it was juvenile of him, but he couldn’t help but to sneak a peek. Slowly, he peered around the corner, curious.
The shower was just one big tiled room, with crome showerheads and handles along the wall about every eight feet and drains set into the concrete floor. It wasn’t very private, but it certainly made you shower quickly. Billy himself had gotten in and out before Orli had even finished getting undressed.
The tile was that generic white of all public showers, and Orli’s dark skin contrasting against it, the difference startling under the fluorescent lighting. Orli stood under the hot spray, head back and eyes closed, and Billy took an unconscious moment to study his body. If God had made a perfect man, Orli was certainly it. Every inch of him was lean muscle and grace, and the tired clichés of chiseled features and a sculpted body were suddenly not so commonplace when looking at him.
Billy watched, transfixed, as Orli began to slowly move his hands over his skin; through his hair and down his neck, across the broad expanse of his chest, just smoothing the water over himself. The water sprayed down his back. Orli rolled his shoulders and tipped his head from side to side, stretching. Billy could see his muscles flex and rotate under his tanned skin, and he licked his lips, wondering what that skin must feel like.
Taking the soap from the little porcelain tray set into the wall, Orli lathered up his hands, moving them down his body with a mindful concentration. He worked his fingers in small circles over his neck, then across his shoulder and under his arms. He slid his palms over his chest, and Billy had to stifle a gasp as he watched Orli brush his fingertips over his own dark nipples slowly, lowering his head and biting his lip. He paused for a moment, and Billy was sure that he would simply continue to wash himself, but Orli kept his fingers there, taking his nipples and pulling at them gently, a soft moan escaping his parted lips.
His mind told him not to look; screamed at him to walk back into the locker room and allow his mate some privacy, but Billy couldn’t make his feet move or his eyes turn away. The sight of Orli pleasuring himself was too stunning and Billy found himself rooted in place, secretly wishing for more.
Orli continued playing with his nipples, letting his head slowly tip back again and his eyes flutter close. The hot water cascaded down Orli’s taut skin, tracing uneven rivulets through the soft hair at his belly and legs, drawing Billy’s eyes down as well, down to the growing erection at the base of Orli’s thighs. With a lithe roll of his hips, Orli slid one of his hands down his belly, over tight abs and sun tattoo, dragging his fingers through his thick black hair there, his skin shivering under his own caress.
Billy could hear him purring deep in his throat, see him leaning into his touch, smell the soap and the unmistakable scent of sexual arousal that seemed to carry on the humid steam in the air. Billy was gripping the doorway with one hand, knuckles whitening as he watched Orli began to stroke himself, afraid that if he moved now Orli would somehow hear him and stop the breathtaking way he was touching his body. And, if he were completely honest with himself, Billy would admit that he didn’t want to leave, didn’t want to miss a single exquisite stroke. The sight was erotic to say the least.
Slowly thrusting his lean hips, wet mouth parted and moaning, Orli moved his fist with an increasing rhythm over his taut flesh. Billy could only stare, watching the graceful way Orli’s body seemed to almost dance, each stroke and thrust a sensual gesticulation under the flowing water. Moving faster, his breath coming in short pants, Orli arched back, the water washing down his torso, splashing over his hand. Billy held his breath.
Eyes wide and staring, Billy found himself leaning forward, silently urging Orli’s body to reach its release, wanting it more and more with each thrust. Orli shuddered, groaning deeply and baring his teeth as his chin dropped to his chest. His hips jerked up, hard and fast, coming in his hand with a cry, and Billy cried out softly as well, unable to stop himself.
Stepping back quickly, Billy went to the locker room, his face flaming red and his body trembling. He opened his locker, looking inside without seeing, his mind re-playing what he had just witnessed over and over again. He hoped that Orli had not heard him because that was...yeah. He'd hate to ruin that memory with having Orli mad at him. It wasn’t until he heard another locker slam shut that Billy realized Orli was behind him, zipping up his khakis and talking to him.
“Billy…Bill… oi, mate,” Orli nudged at Billy’s shoulder as he stepped into his shoes. “What’s wrong; workout too hard for you?” Orli flashed him a dazzling smile and Billy found himself smiling back, breathing a sigh of relief. Okay, good. He could do this. Orli hadn’t seen Billy watching him. He raised his eyes upwards for a moment and said a silent prayer of thanks as they made their way out.
At the car, Orli was still grinning at Billy, and Billy looked back quizzically, wondering what was on his friend’s mind. Tossing both of their gym bags into the trunk, Orli said, “You know Billy, I didn’t mind the audience, but next time it would be more fun if you joined me.” Winking and chuckling at Billy’s stunned face, Orli slid into the driver’s seat, starting the engine. He reached over and popped open the passenger’s door.
“Wanna go for a pint?” There was that smile again, all boyish charm and sexy innuendo and Billy simply couldn’t refuse. A pint? Yes, a pint sounded really good just about now. Perhaps two or three. Billy slid into the passenger’s seat and buckled in, ready for whatever might happen next.