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RPS Fic: The Underground NC-17 SB/OB
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morganwilde here for your enjoyment if you'd like! Happy New Year to all!
Title: The Underground
Author: Ellie W
Pairing: SB/OB
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: I do not own nor know the men represented here. No money is made, only peverted pleasure from writing. This is purely fiction and never happened. (Or if it did, I sure didn't get the video!)
Summary: Two men meet in a bar, seduce one another and go home together. Simple… but sexy!
Archive: Yes at S.S. archive. All others only need ask.
A/N: For the Lotrips![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
slashababy S.S. written for morganwilde who requested OB/SB any genre leaving it wide open to whatever I chose to write. Hope this meets your X-mas expectations!
Special Thanks: Torazzleslash for being a great beta!
The Underground
It's 6:30 pm and Orlando shows up right on time, as directed by Sean, looking down at a dim stairwell that leads to an obnoxiously red painted door with the words 'Underground' stenciled somewhat crookedly upon it. *Classy no doubt* Orlando muses as he plods downwards hands in his pocket fiddling with something unseen. Nearing the bottom muted strains of music that sound like some 70's group seep through the cracks around the large door. He grabs the cold metal handle and swings the door open, scanning the inside before actually entering.
Wood paneled walls, old looking photographs of sports figures from ages ago here and there, and an occasional ceiling fan that doesn't seem to actually be doing much to clear the cloud of smoke hanging above the customers heads is the scene. Orli takes a sharp breath when his eyes land on the table in the corner.
Sitting alone with a small book folded in his hands is Sean. His shirt a deep hunter green, open a couple buttons at the collar showing just a hint of pale neck and chest and the thin silver chain Orlando bought him. He's wearing dark trousers no doubt tailored to fit perfectly, tight enough to accentuate, but loose enough to allow for comfortable movement. He oozes sex appeal without even trying, with his blond hair falling forward just slightly and some darker blond curling just a tiny bit at his neck. The sides are slicked back but not overdone.
Along with an ashtray, a tumbler sits on Sean's right filled with some rich amber liquid that he sips at every once in a while - then with a flick of the tongue to his upper lip, he savors the taste. He stirs when he sees Orlando come in, but doesn't get up or acknowledge his presence any more than a barely noticeable nod before going back to his reading.
Orlando mimics the gesture and makes his way towards a booth a short distance from Sean's, stopping only momentarily at the bar to pick up a pack of smokes. He watches Sean out of the corner of his eye when he sits down.
This is how the game starts. They try to seduce one another, going to whatever length it takes to make the other give in to temptation first. Orlando knows that's what Sean wants to play, that's why he wanted to meet him here instead of a usual haunt. Sean will want to get Orli to go down first and give himself up begging and panting: Sean wins most of the time, but tonight Orlando's not letting that happen.
Picking up the drink menu Orlando makes his choice quickly and begins to study the photo of the football team on the wall, still taking sidelong glances across the tables. After a moment the barmaid shows up and takes his order and he goes back to looking at the pictures. When the waitress returns with his drink he asks to borrow her pen. Orlando jots a few things on a napkin, hands it to the barmaid thanks her and gives her an additional request. She nods and leaves.
Orlando sits now watching Sean read and noting that although the eyes are going side to side over the book, they're not looking up and looking at *him*. He takes his glass and bumps it on the table, the clunk carrying and forcing Sean to turn towards the noise. As soon as Orlando has Sean's attention he lifts the glass to his lips and takes a nice long swallow and proceeds to lick the entire rim of the tumbler before placing it back on the table.
Sean gives a bemused expression and goes back to reading.
Orlando huffs and sits silently for a time wadding up the napkin that came with his drink. Soon he shreds it and decides he wants a cigarette so the pack comes down on the table with a couple of *thumps*. Again, Sean raises his eyes to look at Orlando who pulls a cig from the pack and puts it between his lips. Sean watches Orlando try to give the stick oral sex or something like that for a few moments before shaking his head and returning to his pages.
*Hrumph* Sean's not even paying attention. He looks around and eventually makes eye contact with the barmaid and she knows what to do.
Minutes later Sean looks up when a napkin with something scribbled on it and another tumbler identical to his first is placed with a clink on the table. He looks up questioningly at the barmaid. "Wot's this," pauses to read her name tag, "Betty?"
" 's from the lad in the booth, Mister." She points a finger over to Orli who smiles back sweetly at Betty, then gives a quite cheeky grin to Sean.
"Thanks Miss. Make sure you keep his glass full as well would you dear?" And Sean rummages in his wallet and hands her a few notes folded up. "Oh, 'n make sure y' have a couple yourself, Miss."
Betty looks at the bills, smiles brightly and walks away. "Sure thing, Mister! Ta."
Sean puts his wallet back in his pocket and locks eyes with Orlando. Green stare down brown for seconds before the older man cocks his head approvingly at the drinks and takes a sip from the fresh glass. Again his tongue darts out revealing pink and the younger man shivers making Sean chuckle quietly. He opens the napkin with the writing and his eyebrows rise betraying his attempted impassiveness. It's a scrappy drawing of someone getting head. Someone with curly hair and overly done pointy ears. The one on his knees seems to have shorter spiky hair and really badly drawn 'horn of Gondor'. Sean lets out a snort.
Orlando's long, fine looking pointer finger curls and beckons Sean to his booth where he is lounging on the leather bench nursing his drink alone. But Sean is being stubborn: he's the elder, Orlando should be coming to him so he just declines the invitation with a slight shake of the head, gives a wolfish grin and grabs a cigarette from his silver case. He pats himself down looking for a light and soon extracts a matchbook from one of his shirt pockets. He'll show Orlando how it's done. He slides the cover open, tears out a match then closes it all the while never taking his eyes from Orlando's. He's cool, calm, collected, yet radiating a total sexual vibe meant only for the dark haired gent across the room.
Orli swears he can just hear Sean dragging the head of that match across the striker. He watches the tip spark and flare as the older man places the fire just inches from his parted lips, the flame illuminating the crown of his head in the dimness from the pub. Sean's cheeks cave slightly as he sucks hard on the stiff filter placed in his mouth only squinting when the puffs of blue-gray smoke dance in little swirls towards his eyes.
Orlando continues to watch Sean as he begins to flip the matchbook over and over, weaving it between his solid fingers. Sean's fingers are thick, worn, but nice. He has the epitome of man hands: strong and scarred but gentle when they need to be. Meanwhile the cigarette is just dangling from Sean's mouth, every once in a while his lips pursing as he sucks in. After a drag or two Sean takes the cig and ashes it, rolling it around between his thumb and first finger on the way back to his mouth. Before placing the cig back where it belongs Sean lets just the tip of his pink tongue slip out and moisten his drying lips.
The digits flicking up and down, the cig rolling and God *that tongue thing* mesmerize Orlando and he swears Sean is trying to break him. He tries again to summon Sean to him with a gesture and again is told no, this time by the cigarette waving back and forth in an almost mocking way. *Bastard* Orlando digs in his pocket and begins to fiddle with the unseen object again. He knows what he has to do and apparently if he's going to win he'll have to suck it up and suffer for a little before he can be declared the victor.
He'll get up, go to Sean, but he's not giving in. He just needs to be closer to break Sean down: he won't make it easy for the lad from Sheffield to get what he wants. Orlando turns his catlike body from the booth and starts to rise unbearably slow. As he gets up he reveals small planes of olive skin: a sliver of stomach and just a breath of side when Orlando raises his hands over his head in an exaggerated stretch. He cocks his eyebrow at Sean and gives a coy smile when he sees Sean's gaze break from his own and drift downwards towards his waist. It's Orlando's turn to motion no and he spins on his heel and disappears into the loo.
Sean rolls his eyes once Orlando is gone, but can't help notice the stirring in his groin as the image of the stretch plays again in his mind. He takes a deep drag off his cig, feeling the hot smoke tighten in his throat and he takes the moment to banish the thought of Orli's naked body stretched underneath him -writhing- from his mind. If he's going to win he's going to have to keep himself under control. At least until Orli goes down first. *Better not be going for a wank..*
***
*Stubborn bastard* Orli thinks when he shuts the stall and presses his forehead against the cool paint chipped door. He wants Sean desperately, especially after being told no twice, and having to watch Sean play with that cig and the matchbook so sexually and deliberately, but he can't give in. Not when they're playing *that* game. The mental and physical battle of wills, pushing each other to see just how far the other will go before breaking down is what keeps them fresh. Every aspect of what they do now heightens the end result.
Orlando runs his slender fingers through his curls, breathes deeply and tries to regain his composure. He's been getting really excited even though Sean's movements have been slight and merely suggestive. He needs to be in the right mindset to crumble Sean's facade or else it will have the opposite effect and soon Orli will be on his knees begging shamelessly.
Two more cleansing breaths and Orlando decides it's now or never. It's going to be utterly frustrating for him, but he thinks *knows* he can do this. If he's going to win, (and he is) maybe this is just what he needs to do. Orlando turns and leans his back against the stall door and quickly unbuttons his jeans revealing his boxers. He searches his pocket for a minute and brings out a small length of leather strapping with silver snaps along the ends. Sliding his hand inside the tenting slit, Orli wraps his lean fingers around his semi-arousal and begins to stroke himself slowly. When he's almost complete, he lowers his boxers letting his erection free.
Taking the strip Orlando carefully wraps the leather cock ring around the base of his penis and slides it under his scrotum and fastens it. He closes his eyes and lets out a long groan as he adjusts himself back into his boxers and closes up his jeans. He's hard. So incredibly rigid and his erection is pressing heavily against the zip; every brush of his boxers fabric on the head is sending little spikes of pleasure through his body.
*Un-fucking-bearable* he thinks but tries to push the sensations down and under control because he knows when Sean sees his jeans bulged like this it will really make him sweat: kind of like mid June when they were filming and otherwise engaged in Malta. He smiles fondly at the memories.
Orlando straightens himself up, smoothes his hands on the front of his jeans and curses out loud expressing his pent up sexual frustration before leaving the toilet. Walking with his cock restrained and fully aroused is somewhat awkward but Orlando thanks his Elven training for the gracefulness he's about to pull off. He ambles oh-so-slowly towards Sean with his eyes trained on watching the Sheffield man's reaction.
Putting the book off to the side when he sees Orlando coming, Sean turns in his seat so he can see the younger man approach head on. Orlando appears to be practically gliding across the floor Sean thinks, his footsteps light but drawn out and his eyes fixed on Sean's. As their eyes connect Orlando very quickly lowers his stare to his own groin and back up to Sean's face. He gets a very satisfied feeling when his mates indifferent facade appears to crack.
*Shite* Sean swallows hard and he feels his cock stir when his eyes land on Orlando's crotch. It's fucking *bulging*. Sean's mind falters and the thoughts of his lover -writhing- underneath him surface again: he feels that same stirring again and finds himself instantly swinging his legs back under the table to hide his own growing bulge. He raises an eyebrow when Orlando comes to stand next to the table and starts lazily drawing random patterns with his fingertip on the tabletop while he looks questioningly at Sean.
"Well?"
"Well what?" Sean's voice has an edge to it Orlando can't quite place: maybe slight irritation? Or, and Orlando silently laughs, Sean is frustrated at the change of events and he now notices that Sean is having a hard time keeping his eyes above the younger man's waist.
"You going t' invite me to have a seat?"
"'Scuse me?"
"I said, you going t'…"
Orlando is interrupted when Sean grabs his shirtsleeve and tugs him down sharply into the chair opposite him. He grimaces slightly when he lands due to his current situation.
"Sit."
He obeys and squirms a little trying to get comfortable and finds that if he slides forward a bit spreading his legs and leans back in the chair it relieves a tiny bit of the building pressure in his groin. It doesn't hurt that when he turns in the chair basically all Sean's attention is now drawn up those long lithe legs directly to where they meet and his erection sits essentially taunting Sean. "That wasn't very nice. I just asked for an invite…" And his bottom lip comes out in a pathetic yet calculated pout that he accentuates with a tiny quiver.
"Aw quit that…" But Sean's voice isn't harsh; it's barely above a whisper and Orlando doesn't know if it's an order… or a plea. Sean's restless now and absent-mindedly grabs another cig practically going cross-eyed from staring at the match's flame rather than Orlando's shameless display. Then he gets distracted. *Fuck!* Orli's foot is sliding up his calf, up his inner thigh and just about to press gently on his… when he curses and drops the match. It's burned down to his thumb while Sean's been … occupied. "Wot 're you doin'?"
Orli flashes a completely unashamed grin and grabs a cig of his own. Sean takes his matches and skids them across the table while Orlando's foot keeps rubbing up and down his thighs every few strokes almost undetectably brushing his cock. Orlando continues this faint assault on Sean under the table while 'innocently' starting some idle chat. "What's the book?"
"Nothin'" Sean's distracted so he doesn't catch Orlando's hand in time when the younger man grabs the book.
''Dear Friends: American Photographs of Men Together, 1840-1918' Interesting…" Orlando snickers as he flips through the pages. Men from the Victorian era just sitting there on each other's laps, smoking pipes like it's no big deal. "Lemme guess, Viggo?"
"Yeah. Gave it t' me for Chri…" Sean's voice trails off when Orli's heel pushes a little roughly against his crotch.
He needs to adjust himself, his cock is at an awkward angle in his trousers and the fact that Orlando *won't stop* rubbing it isn't helping much. Sean's erection is throbbing and a thin sheen of sweat is beginning to dot his brow as he suddenly grabs Orlando's foot stilling its ministrations. "W' need t' get out'a here."
A large smile breaks out on Orlando's face and he opens his mouth starting to mock Sean for not being able to hold out longer. After all, *he* is the one wearing the un-fucking-believably frustrating restraining cock-ring and *he's* not begging to leave. Something smart-arsed starts to slip but is cut off when Sean wraps his strong fingers around Orlando's wrist and digs in.
"This *isn't* the end." His voice is slow and measured and with each word he leans closer and closer to Orlando until their noses are practically touching. He can smell the alcohol and cigs on Orlando's breath and can feel the hot short puffs on his lips. Sean really has to try hard to resist the urge to get lost in those deep brown eyes and grab Orlando by the head and kiss him hard *right here*. He only utters one more word before rising and heading towards the door. "Home."
*The Living Room*
Once in the door Orlando kicks his shoes off and pushes Sean back onto the long plush couch and straddles him. His knees brace tightly on either side of his lovers thighs, his hands grip the back of the couch, and his erection pushing against the tight denim of his low slung jeans is right at Sean's eye level. Orli knows the bulge is teasing and taunting, so he slowly moves his hips towards the older man's waiting face, just close enough to feel the searing heat of Sean's breath on his covered crotch.
"You can touch me. Just not *there*." Orlando's words breathe softly into Sean's ear when he dips his head of dark curls down towards the sandy blond beneath him. With that, Sean's larger hands start to creep, feeling their way up Orlando's body, starting with his bare feet.
Sean's finger traces Orli's anklebone, which elicits a stifled laugh from the younger man. Slowly he starts to slide his hands inside Orli's pant legs and feels the coarse curly hair that darkens his muscled calves. He tugs playfully at the curls drawing another chuckle from Orlando.
Sean's fingers continue to stroke and feel Orlando's calves as the younger man wraps his fingers around Sean's broad shoulders and begins to slowly push his body forward, bumping his clothed erection against Sean's.
"Uhh… " Sean groans and pushes up to meet Orli's rocking, his head tips till it touches the back of the couch and exposes his slightly stubbled chin and neck. Sean lets out a contented sigh when Orlando's tongue darts out and he begins to lick and nip at the pale skin.
Orlando can feel his tongue vibrate as Sean lets out one low groan after another brought on by a constant sucking on his Adam's apple and Orli's groin pushing against his own. He licks and sucks tasting Sean's musk: spice, that's what Sean tastes like. A wonderful combination of cinnamon, nutmeg and maybe something else… but whatever it is, Orlando knows it's something he can't live without.
He takes another deep breath of Sean and starts to work his fingers down the buttons on the green shirt. As each fastener lets go more and more of Sean's deliciously creamy skin is discovered and Orli soon begins to search for the hard nipples he'll find waiting for his fingers. When he finds one, he gives it a sharp pinch making Sean gasp. Orlando doesn't stop though and he keeps pinching from one to the other delighting in the expressions of pain/pleasure radiating from Sean.
Sean's shifting almost constantly under Orlando now, the pinching is driving him nuts, his cock rubbing against Orli's ass is making him mad with desire and he knows that he's going to come soon if he doesn't think of something quick. *orcs… naked orcs… Mrs. Slocombe… naked…* There… that's helped a bit but Sean needs to get Orlando to give in because he can't just keep pushing his orgasm back down. He bites at his lower lip, almost gnawing and starts bucking up towards Orlando trying to drive the younger man to beg for him.
All the constant rubbing and Orlando can feel he's thisclose to exploding cuz his balls are just incredibly sensitive, his cock is practically dripping and Sean's meeting his thrusts with much harder ones than his own now and he swears the room is starting to spin just a tiny bit. Orlando has to get up, he needs to regain control. He -will--not- let Sean win. A very devious grin crosses his face and Orlando reaches down and undoes Sean's trousers. "You want it?"
*God yes* "Not before you, love." Sean barely gets the words out through gritted teeth.
Orlando's fingers are on his cock. "Sure?"
"Y.e.s."
"Looks like you'll have t' wait then mate." And Orlando dances off into the bedroom leaving Sean on the couch legs and mouth wide open, pants and shirt undone, and with a *very* annoyed look on his face.
*The Bedroom*
Sean follows and throws Orlando on the bed the minute he enters the bedroom: the older man's eyes practically glowing with lust, his torso is covered with a sheen of sweat. His dark trousers just barely hang on his hips, the zip wide open revealing the front of his briefs, a burgeoning erection pushing against the tight cotton. A small damp spot can be seen forming on his underwear where the tip is leaking pre-come almost constantly now.
They are almost beyond words now: Sean being brought to the brink then… then Orlando getting up and just leaving him on the couch with a devious smirk, and Orli's increasingly pleasured/painfully restrained weeping cock hanging heavily between his legs. Both men can almost taste the sweet tang of sex that hangs in the air, a wholly intoxicating mixture of cologne, sweat, and passionate heat. The sensation is so completely heady that within moments they are in a sexual frenzy, discarding their remaining clothing in piles who knows where while their mouths bite and suck at each other's slick flesh.
Sean winces when his lip mashes against Orlando's teeth and thinks that if he were *actually* thinking that it might've hurt, but Orli's tongue is on the bump in a split second licking and gently suckling to dull the pain. When Sean closes his eyes to just feel the hot muscle on his mouth Orlando takes advantage and hooks his legs around Sean's torso and twists. Sean is caught off balance and soon finds himself on his back with Orlando's slim but muscular tanned thighs squeezing a vice-like grip around his waist. He could move if he really wanted to, but realizes that a naked Orlando pinning him down isn't really the kind of thing he'd *want* to move from.
Orlando's hands are all over Sean now, rubbing here, pinching there, his fingertips feathering all over the older man's ribcage making him rumble and squirm beneath the younger man. He's almost in tears, his cock is *throbbing*. So much harder than he's ever been. This has been an utter test of his resistance for he's almost undone that leather and let himself go a number of times so far. But he can't. He *has* to win this one. He's come so far not to.
"Y' done old man?" Orlando suddenly grabs and grins when his lover lets out a thoroughly frustrated moan when he feels their cocks being held together between Orli's fingers tightly. "Y' giving in?"
Through pursed lips. "Not a chance."
One hard down stroke. "Now?"
Another. "Now?"
*Wanker*
Pre-come coats Orlando's fingers, he doesn't even know who's it is: both their erections are swollen and throbbing, the heads almost purple needing release. *Give. In. You. Bastard.* One more stroke. "N-nnow?" And his voice catches in his throat and his balls are almost numb, his dick is screaming and he reaches down and pulls the snap open letting his orgasm rip because he just *can't* hold on any. He howls and doesn't even give a shit that he's gone down first. The only thing he cares about right this second is his fucking pulsing cock and the fact that Sean is so far fucking out of it too. "Fuuuck!"
The second Orli strips that leather cock ring and howls Sean is gone. "Yes!" Sean's toes curl and his fingers are killing him from gripping at the pillows, the bed-sheets, the headboard. Whatever he can reach. He feels hot come landing on his stomach and knows it both of theirs. Sean knows watching Orlando coming utterly apart at the seams so.. so.. completely is probably the hottest thing he's ever seen.
morganwilde here for your enjoyment if you'd like! Happy New Year to all!Title: The Underground
Author: Ellie W
Pairing: SB/OB
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: I do not own nor know the men represented here. No money is made, only peverted pleasure from writing. This is purely fiction and never happened. (Or if it did, I sure didn't get the video!)
Summary: Two men meet in a bar, seduce one another and go home together. Simple… but sexy!
Archive: Yes at S.S. archive. All others only need ask.
A/N: For the Lotrips
slashababy S.S. written for morganwilde who requested OB/SB any genre leaving it wide open to whatever I chose to write. Hope this meets your X-mas expectations!Special Thanks: To
razzleslash for being a great beta!The Underground
It's 6:30 pm and Orlando shows up right on time, as directed by Sean, looking down at a dim stairwell that leads to an obnoxiously red painted door with the words 'Underground' stenciled somewhat crookedly upon it. *Classy no doubt* Orlando muses as he plods downwards hands in his pocket fiddling with something unseen. Nearing the bottom muted strains of music that sound like some 70's group seep through the cracks around the large door. He grabs the cold metal handle and swings the door open, scanning the inside before actually entering.
Wood paneled walls, old looking photographs of sports figures from ages ago here and there, and an occasional ceiling fan that doesn't seem to actually be doing much to clear the cloud of smoke hanging above the customers heads is the scene. Orli takes a sharp breath when his eyes land on the table in the corner.
Sitting alone with a small book folded in his hands is Sean. His shirt a deep hunter green, open a couple buttons at the collar showing just a hint of pale neck and chest and the thin silver chain Orlando bought him. He's wearing dark trousers no doubt tailored to fit perfectly, tight enough to accentuate, but loose enough to allow for comfortable movement. He oozes sex appeal without even trying, with his blond hair falling forward just slightly and some darker blond curling just a tiny bit at his neck. The sides are slicked back but not overdone.
Along with an ashtray, a tumbler sits on Sean's right filled with some rich amber liquid that he sips at every once in a while - then with a flick of the tongue to his upper lip, he savors the taste. He stirs when he sees Orlando come in, but doesn't get up or acknowledge his presence any more than a barely noticeable nod before going back to his reading.
Orlando mimics the gesture and makes his way towards a booth a short distance from Sean's, stopping only momentarily at the bar to pick up a pack of smokes. He watches Sean out of the corner of his eye when he sits down.
This is how the game starts. They try to seduce one another, going to whatever length it takes to make the other give in to temptation first. Orlando knows that's what Sean wants to play, that's why he wanted to meet him here instead of a usual haunt. Sean will want to get Orli to go down first and give himself up begging and panting: Sean wins most of the time, but tonight Orlando's not letting that happen.
Picking up the drink menu Orlando makes his choice quickly and begins to study the photo of the football team on the wall, still taking sidelong glances across the tables. After a moment the barmaid shows up and takes his order and he goes back to looking at the pictures. When the waitress returns with his drink he asks to borrow her pen. Orlando jots a few things on a napkin, hands it to the barmaid thanks her and gives her an additional request. She nods and leaves.
Orlando sits now watching Sean read and noting that although the eyes are going side to side over the book, they're not looking up and looking at *him*. He takes his glass and bumps it on the table, the clunk carrying and forcing Sean to turn towards the noise. As soon as Orlando has Sean's attention he lifts the glass to his lips and takes a nice long swallow and proceeds to lick the entire rim of the tumbler before placing it back on the table.
Sean gives a bemused expression and goes back to reading.
Orlando huffs and sits silently for a time wadding up the napkin that came with his drink. Soon he shreds it and decides he wants a cigarette so the pack comes down on the table with a couple of *thumps*. Again, Sean raises his eyes to look at Orlando who pulls a cig from the pack and puts it between his lips. Sean watches Orlando try to give the stick oral sex or something like that for a few moments before shaking his head and returning to his pages.
*Hrumph* Sean's not even paying attention. He looks around and eventually makes eye contact with the barmaid and she knows what to do.
Minutes later Sean looks up when a napkin with something scribbled on it and another tumbler identical to his first is placed with a clink on the table. He looks up questioningly at the barmaid. "Wot's this," pauses to read her name tag, "Betty?"
" 's from the lad in the booth, Mister." She points a finger over to Orli who smiles back sweetly at Betty, then gives a quite cheeky grin to Sean.
"Thanks Miss. Make sure you keep his glass full as well would you dear?" And Sean rummages in his wallet and hands her a few notes folded up. "Oh, 'n make sure y' have a couple yourself, Miss."
Betty looks at the bills, smiles brightly and walks away. "Sure thing, Mister! Ta."
Sean puts his wallet back in his pocket and locks eyes with Orlando. Green stare down brown for seconds before the older man cocks his head approvingly at the drinks and takes a sip from the fresh glass. Again his tongue darts out revealing pink and the younger man shivers making Sean chuckle quietly. He opens the napkin with the writing and his eyebrows rise betraying his attempted impassiveness. It's a scrappy drawing of someone getting head. Someone with curly hair and overly done pointy ears. The one on his knees seems to have shorter spiky hair and really badly drawn 'horn of Gondor'. Sean lets out a snort.
Orlando's long, fine looking pointer finger curls and beckons Sean to his booth where he is lounging on the leather bench nursing his drink alone. But Sean is being stubborn: he's the elder, Orlando should be coming to him so he just declines the invitation with a slight shake of the head, gives a wolfish grin and grabs a cigarette from his silver case. He pats himself down looking for a light and soon extracts a matchbook from one of his shirt pockets. He'll show Orlando how it's done. He slides the cover open, tears out a match then closes it all the while never taking his eyes from Orlando's. He's cool, calm, collected, yet radiating a total sexual vibe meant only for the dark haired gent across the room.
Orli swears he can just hear Sean dragging the head of that match across the striker. He watches the tip spark and flare as the older man places the fire just inches from his parted lips, the flame illuminating the crown of his head in the dimness from the pub. Sean's cheeks cave slightly as he sucks hard on the stiff filter placed in his mouth only squinting when the puffs of blue-gray smoke dance in little swirls towards his eyes.
Orlando continues to watch Sean as he begins to flip the matchbook over and over, weaving it between his solid fingers. Sean's fingers are thick, worn, but nice. He has the epitome of man hands: strong and scarred but gentle when they need to be. Meanwhile the cigarette is just dangling from Sean's mouth, every once in a while his lips pursing as he sucks in. After a drag or two Sean takes the cig and ashes it, rolling it around between his thumb and first finger on the way back to his mouth. Before placing the cig back where it belongs Sean lets just the tip of his pink tongue slip out and moisten his drying lips.
The digits flicking up and down, the cig rolling and God *that tongue thing* mesmerize Orlando and he swears Sean is trying to break him. He tries again to summon Sean to him with a gesture and again is told no, this time by the cigarette waving back and forth in an almost mocking way. *Bastard* Orlando digs in his pocket and begins to fiddle with the unseen object again. He knows what he has to do and apparently if he's going to win he'll have to suck it up and suffer for a little before he can be declared the victor.
He'll get up, go to Sean, but he's not giving in. He just needs to be closer to break Sean down: he won't make it easy for the lad from Sheffield to get what he wants. Orlando turns his catlike body from the booth and starts to rise unbearably slow. As he gets up he reveals small planes of olive skin: a sliver of stomach and just a breath of side when Orlando raises his hands over his head in an exaggerated stretch. He cocks his eyebrow at Sean and gives a coy smile when he sees Sean's gaze break from his own and drift downwards towards his waist. It's Orlando's turn to motion no and he spins on his heel and disappears into the loo.
Sean rolls his eyes once Orlando is gone, but can't help notice the stirring in his groin as the image of the stretch plays again in his mind. He takes a deep drag off his cig, feeling the hot smoke tighten in his throat and he takes the moment to banish the thought of Orli's naked body stretched underneath him -writhing- from his mind. If he's going to win he's going to have to keep himself under control. At least until Orli goes down first. *Better not be going for a wank..*
***
*Stubborn bastard* Orli thinks when he shuts the stall and presses his forehead against the cool paint chipped door. He wants Sean desperately, especially after being told no twice, and having to watch Sean play with that cig and the matchbook so sexually and deliberately, but he can't give in. Not when they're playing *that* game. The mental and physical battle of wills, pushing each other to see just how far the other will go before breaking down is what keeps them fresh. Every aspect of what they do now heightens the end result.
Orlando runs his slender fingers through his curls, breathes deeply and tries to regain his composure. He's been getting really excited even though Sean's movements have been slight and merely suggestive. He needs to be in the right mindset to crumble Sean's facade or else it will have the opposite effect and soon Orli will be on his knees begging shamelessly.
Two more cleansing breaths and Orlando decides it's now or never. It's going to be utterly frustrating for him, but he thinks *knows* he can do this. If he's going to win, (and he is) maybe this is just what he needs to do. Orlando turns and leans his back against the stall door and quickly unbuttons his jeans revealing his boxers. He searches his pocket for a minute and brings out a small length of leather strapping with silver snaps along the ends. Sliding his hand inside the tenting slit, Orli wraps his lean fingers around his semi-arousal and begins to stroke himself slowly. When he's almost complete, he lowers his boxers letting his erection free.
Taking the strip Orlando carefully wraps the leather cock ring around the base of his penis and slides it under his scrotum and fastens it. He closes his eyes and lets out a long groan as he adjusts himself back into his boxers and closes up his jeans. He's hard. So incredibly rigid and his erection is pressing heavily against the zip; every brush of his boxers fabric on the head is sending little spikes of pleasure through his body.
*Un-fucking-bearable* he thinks but tries to push the sensations down and under control because he knows when Sean sees his jeans bulged like this it will really make him sweat: kind of like mid June when they were filming and otherwise engaged in Malta. He smiles fondly at the memories.
Orlando straightens himself up, smoothes his hands on the front of his jeans and curses out loud expressing his pent up sexual frustration before leaving the toilet. Walking with his cock restrained and fully aroused is somewhat awkward but Orlando thanks his Elven training for the gracefulness he's about to pull off. He ambles oh-so-slowly towards Sean with his eyes trained on watching the Sheffield man's reaction.
Putting the book off to the side when he sees Orlando coming, Sean turns in his seat so he can see the younger man approach head on. Orlando appears to be practically gliding across the floor Sean thinks, his footsteps light but drawn out and his eyes fixed on Sean's. As their eyes connect Orlando very quickly lowers his stare to his own groin and back up to Sean's face. He gets a very satisfied feeling when his mates indifferent facade appears to crack.
*Shite* Sean swallows hard and he feels his cock stir when his eyes land on Orlando's crotch. It's fucking *bulging*. Sean's mind falters and the thoughts of his lover -writhing- underneath him surface again: he feels that same stirring again and finds himself instantly swinging his legs back under the table to hide his own growing bulge. He raises an eyebrow when Orlando comes to stand next to the table and starts lazily drawing random patterns with his fingertip on the tabletop while he looks questioningly at Sean.
"Well?"
"Well what?" Sean's voice has an edge to it Orlando can't quite place: maybe slight irritation? Or, and Orlando silently laughs, Sean is frustrated at the change of events and he now notices that Sean is having a hard time keeping his eyes above the younger man's waist.
"You going t' invite me to have a seat?"
"'Scuse me?"
"I said, you going t'…"
Orlando is interrupted when Sean grabs his shirtsleeve and tugs him down sharply into the chair opposite him. He grimaces slightly when he lands due to his current situation.
"Sit."
He obeys and squirms a little trying to get comfortable and finds that if he slides forward a bit spreading his legs and leans back in the chair it relieves a tiny bit of the building pressure in his groin. It doesn't hurt that when he turns in the chair basically all Sean's attention is now drawn up those long lithe legs directly to where they meet and his erection sits essentially taunting Sean. "That wasn't very nice. I just asked for an invite…" And his bottom lip comes out in a pathetic yet calculated pout that he accentuates with a tiny quiver.
"Aw quit that…" But Sean's voice isn't harsh; it's barely above a whisper and Orlando doesn't know if it's an order… or a plea. Sean's restless now and absent-mindedly grabs another cig practically going cross-eyed from staring at the match's flame rather than Orlando's shameless display. Then he gets distracted. *Fuck!* Orli's foot is sliding up his calf, up his inner thigh and just about to press gently on his… when he curses and drops the match. It's burned down to his thumb while Sean's been … occupied. "Wot 're you doin'?"
Orli flashes a completely unashamed grin and grabs a cig of his own. Sean takes his matches and skids them across the table while Orlando's foot keeps rubbing up and down his thighs every few strokes almost undetectably brushing his cock. Orlando continues this faint assault on Sean under the table while 'innocently' starting some idle chat. "What's the book?"
"Nothin'" Sean's distracted so he doesn't catch Orlando's hand in time when the younger man grabs the book.
''Dear Friends: American Photographs of Men Together, 1840-1918' Interesting…" Orlando snickers as he flips through the pages. Men from the Victorian era just sitting there on each other's laps, smoking pipes like it's no big deal. "Lemme guess, Viggo?"
"Yeah. Gave it t' me for Chri…" Sean's voice trails off when Orli's heel pushes a little roughly against his crotch.
He needs to adjust himself, his cock is at an awkward angle in his trousers and the fact that Orlando *won't stop* rubbing it isn't helping much. Sean's erection is throbbing and a thin sheen of sweat is beginning to dot his brow as he suddenly grabs Orlando's foot stilling its ministrations. "W' need t' get out'a here."
A large smile breaks out on Orlando's face and he opens his mouth starting to mock Sean for not being able to hold out longer. After all, *he* is the one wearing the un-fucking-believably frustrating restraining cock-ring and *he's* not begging to leave. Something smart-arsed starts to slip but is cut off when Sean wraps his strong fingers around Orlando's wrist and digs in.
"This *isn't* the end." His voice is slow and measured and with each word he leans closer and closer to Orlando until their noses are practically touching. He can smell the alcohol and cigs on Orlando's breath and can feel the hot short puffs on his lips. Sean really has to try hard to resist the urge to get lost in those deep brown eyes and grab Orlando by the head and kiss him hard *right here*. He only utters one more word before rising and heading towards the door. "Home."
*The Living Room*
Once in the door Orlando kicks his shoes off and pushes Sean back onto the long plush couch and straddles him. His knees brace tightly on either side of his lovers thighs, his hands grip the back of the couch, and his erection pushing against the tight denim of his low slung jeans is right at Sean's eye level. Orli knows the bulge is teasing and taunting, so he slowly moves his hips towards the older man's waiting face, just close enough to feel the searing heat of Sean's breath on his covered crotch.
"You can touch me. Just not *there*." Orlando's words breathe softly into Sean's ear when he dips his head of dark curls down towards the sandy blond beneath him. With that, Sean's larger hands start to creep, feeling their way up Orlando's body, starting with his bare feet.
Sean's finger traces Orli's anklebone, which elicits a stifled laugh from the younger man. Slowly he starts to slide his hands inside Orli's pant legs and feels the coarse curly hair that darkens his muscled calves. He tugs playfully at the curls drawing another chuckle from Orlando.
Sean's fingers continue to stroke and feel Orlando's calves as the younger man wraps his fingers around Sean's broad shoulders and begins to slowly push his body forward, bumping his clothed erection against Sean's.
"Uhh… " Sean groans and pushes up to meet Orli's rocking, his head tips till it touches the back of the couch and exposes his slightly stubbled chin and neck. Sean lets out a contented sigh when Orlando's tongue darts out and he begins to lick and nip at the pale skin.
Orlando can feel his tongue vibrate as Sean lets out one low groan after another brought on by a constant sucking on his Adam's apple and Orli's groin pushing against his own. He licks and sucks tasting Sean's musk: spice, that's what Sean tastes like. A wonderful combination of cinnamon, nutmeg and maybe something else… but whatever it is, Orlando knows it's something he can't live without.
He takes another deep breath of Sean and starts to work his fingers down the buttons on the green shirt. As each fastener lets go more and more of Sean's deliciously creamy skin is discovered and Orli soon begins to search for the hard nipples he'll find waiting for his fingers. When he finds one, he gives it a sharp pinch making Sean gasp. Orlando doesn't stop though and he keeps pinching from one to the other delighting in the expressions of pain/pleasure radiating from Sean.
Sean's shifting almost constantly under Orlando now, the pinching is driving him nuts, his cock rubbing against Orli's ass is making him mad with desire and he knows that he's going to come soon if he doesn't think of something quick. *orcs… naked orcs… Mrs. Slocombe… naked…* There… that's helped a bit but Sean needs to get Orlando to give in because he can't just keep pushing his orgasm back down. He bites at his lower lip, almost gnawing and starts bucking up towards Orlando trying to drive the younger man to beg for him.
All the constant rubbing and Orlando can feel he's thisclose to exploding cuz his balls are just incredibly sensitive, his cock is practically dripping and Sean's meeting his thrusts with much harder ones than his own now and he swears the room is starting to spin just a tiny bit. Orlando has to get up, he needs to regain control. He -will--not- let Sean win. A very devious grin crosses his face and Orlando reaches down and undoes Sean's trousers. "You want it?"
*God yes* "Not before you, love." Sean barely gets the words out through gritted teeth.
Orlando's fingers are on his cock. "Sure?"
"Y.e.s."
"Looks like you'll have t' wait then mate." And Orlando dances off into the bedroom leaving Sean on the couch legs and mouth wide open, pants and shirt undone, and with a *very* annoyed look on his face.
*The Bedroom*
Sean follows and throws Orlando on the bed the minute he enters the bedroom: the older man's eyes practically glowing with lust, his torso is covered with a sheen of sweat. His dark trousers just barely hang on his hips, the zip wide open revealing the front of his briefs, a burgeoning erection pushing against the tight cotton. A small damp spot can be seen forming on his underwear where the tip is leaking pre-come almost constantly now.
They are almost beyond words now: Sean being brought to the brink then… then Orlando getting up and just leaving him on the couch with a devious smirk, and Orli's increasingly pleasured/painfully restrained weeping cock hanging heavily between his legs. Both men can almost taste the sweet tang of sex that hangs in the air, a wholly intoxicating mixture of cologne, sweat, and passionate heat. The sensation is so completely heady that within moments they are in a sexual frenzy, discarding their remaining clothing in piles who knows where while their mouths bite and suck at each other's slick flesh.
Sean winces when his lip mashes against Orlando's teeth and thinks that if he were *actually* thinking that it might've hurt, but Orli's tongue is on the bump in a split second licking and gently suckling to dull the pain. When Sean closes his eyes to just feel the hot muscle on his mouth Orlando takes advantage and hooks his legs around Sean's torso and twists. Sean is caught off balance and soon finds himself on his back with Orlando's slim but muscular tanned thighs squeezing a vice-like grip around his waist. He could move if he really wanted to, but realizes that a naked Orlando pinning him down isn't really the kind of thing he'd *want* to move from.
Orlando's hands are all over Sean now, rubbing here, pinching there, his fingertips feathering all over the older man's ribcage making him rumble and squirm beneath the younger man. He's almost in tears, his cock is *throbbing*. So much harder than he's ever been. This has been an utter test of his resistance for he's almost undone that leather and let himself go a number of times so far. But he can't. He *has* to win this one. He's come so far not to.
"Y' done old man?" Orlando suddenly grabs and grins when his lover lets out a thoroughly frustrated moan when he feels their cocks being held together between Orli's fingers tightly. "Y' giving in?"
Through pursed lips. "Not a chance."
One hard down stroke. "Now?"
Another. "Now?"
*Wanker*
Pre-come coats Orlando's fingers, he doesn't even know who's it is: both their erections are swollen and throbbing, the heads almost purple needing release. *Give. In. You. Bastard.* One more stroke. "N-nnow?" And his voice catches in his throat and his balls are almost numb, his dick is screaming and he reaches down and pulls the snap open letting his orgasm rip because he just *can't* hold on any. He howls and doesn't even give a shit that he's gone down first. The only thing he cares about right this second is his fucking pulsing cock and the fact that Sean is so far fucking out of it too. "Fuuuck!"
The second Orli strips that leather cock ring and howls Sean is gone. "Yes!" Sean's toes curl and his fingers are killing him from gripping at the pillows, the bed-sheets, the headboard. Whatever he can reach. He feels hot come landing on his stomach and knows it both of theirs. Sean knows watching Orlando coming utterly apart at the seams so.. so.. completely is probably the hottest thing he's ever seen.
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er, thank you.
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Glad you liked it!
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anyway loved the fic, drool worthy it was. completely and utterly making me want orli and sean, not that i dont always. hmmm