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FIc: Polo [Epilogue]
Title: Polo (Epilogue)
Type: LOTR RPS / AU
Author:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
deleerium
Pairing: Orlando/Elijah
Rating: NC - 17
Summary: So the boys seduced the Prince in Part 1. This is the evening after.
Disclaimer: here
Notes: Super thanks to the world’s best beta,summerfly. Re-posted in author's LJ in Jan 2011 here.
“I’m still not over the bit about him being shirtless and all. Don’t think it’s right – seein' the prince’s nipples. Seems…sacrilegious, like.” Billy had a worried expression on his face.
Orlando’s lips twitched, his eyes flickering to Elijah. Elijah caught the look and rolled his eyes in amused agreement.
They’d seen a lot more than his nipples.
Dom wiped his hand across his mouth and set his empty pint glass on the table. “I still can’t figure how you got him up to the room with no one noticin’…” Dom waved his hands around in the air and finally snorted.
Orlando leaned back, one hand wrapping loosely around his half-full pint glass. “We owe it all a perfect match: one service elevator and Her Majesty’s Secret Service.” He lifted the glass in a salute and drank it down.
Elijah watched the long column of Orlando’s throat flex as he swallowed. He felt a pull in his groin. He’d been feeling that pull all day. Every time he watched Orlando. Watched Orlando swallow. Watched him walk. Watched him bend over to pick up his dropped sweater. Watched him lean against a doorframe, cell phone perched on his shoulder, hips cocked unnaturally limber to one side. Watched him stretch, one arm behind his neck, pulling hard until there was a wretched popping and something cracked and Orlando groaned and dropped the arm, grinning in pleasure.
Let me fuck you, Orli…
Elijah slowly pressed one finger against his empty pint glass. He pushed it to the center of the table, wet glass sliding across wood. Palms flat on the tabletop, he stood up. And stared at Orlando.
Orlando turned to him with an inquisitive smile, beer glass twirling between long fingers, an affectionate glow in his dark eyes.
The smile faded.
Orlando swallowed. Hard.
Elijah was looking at him like…well, like he’d never looked at him before. Like…like…
Hungry.
Elijah looks…hungry.
“Lij?” Orlando’s question was soft.
“Remember when you said I’d never asked?” Elijah’s voice vibrated low.
Orlando could only nod, a flutter of anticipation sliding down his spine.
“Well, I think I’m beyond the asking phase. So I’m telling.”
Orlando melted.
Hungry predator.
Elijah didn’t spare a glance as he turned around, his fingers sliding slowly off the table as he headed out of the hotel bar for the elevators.
Orlando remained frozen for nearly a minute.
Dom and Billy were completely silent, only the sound of the three men breathing could be heard.
“I think you’d better go after him, elf boy. He looked…” Billy turned to Dom. “Hungry?”
Dom nodded, his eyes wide, mouth half open. “Hungry. Yeah. Shite.”
Orlando scrambled out of the booth, tripping over his own legs with a desperate laugh as he clambered to his feet and half-ran out of the bar.
+
Elijah’s heart was thudding, violent and loud, in his chest as he stabbed a finger at the up button.
A hand appeared in the last six inches of closing elevator door. The doors flexed and opened again.
Orlando stepped inside, face flushed, fingers nervously tucking hair back behind his ear. He stared at the buttons on the elevator until the doors closed, then turned and raised his head.
Elijah sucked in a low breath.
Orlando’s eyes were black liquid pools of melted heat and need.
Elijah took the three steps necessary to cross the small space and slam Orlando against the wall, hands slide fisting in the curls and yanking the dark head down for an opened mouthed attack. Orlando gasped a small moan as his head met metal with a thud. His hands slammed palms flat back against the wall to brace against the force of Elijah’s mouth and body.
Grindlickpush.
Orlando moaned again, half sliding down the smooth wall.
Pant grindlickpush again.
The elevator dinged.
And Elijah was gone, stepping back quickly, out the door and headed down the hall.
Orlando leaned against the wall, eyes blinking wide in amazement, mouth half open in surprise, diamond hard and wanting more more more.
He leaped forward as the doors started to shut again, caught his shoulder against a metal side with a sharp thud he didn’t even notice and took off down the hall after Elijah.
+
Orlando fumbled with his card key in the lock, cursing under his breath until the light finally turned green and the lock clicked. He missed the handle twice trying to push open the door.
By the time he came to a jerking halt in the middle of the living room, Elijah was nowhere to be seen.
“Lij?”
There was no response.
Orlando took a quick glance around the sitting room, the pillow and blankets from the night before still draped across one arm of the sofa. He cursed again as he toed off one shoe, then the other, hopping on one foot before getting the second shoe off.
He pushed at the half-open door of the bedroom and halted just as Elijah ripped the curtains back in their tracks, flooding the room in the orange glow of sunset. Elijah turned around as the bedroom door hit the wall with a muffled thud.
Orlando swallowed his moan.
Elijah was shirtless, the top button of his jeans already undone, barefoot, hair tousled from his sweater being ripped off so fast, his breathing deep and raspy. “Clothes. Off.”
It was all Elijah could manage.
Orlando fumbled with the edge of his sweater, yanking it off over his head, not even bothering to drop it before quickly unfastening his trousers. He saw the condoms and a tube already on the nightstand. A quarter-second hesitation and he stripped his trousers and boxers off in an uneven motion down his legs.
It wasn’t as if Elijah hadn’t seen him naked before. He had. Hundreds of times.
But this time…
Orlando felt a shivering clench low in his back, sliding down his tailbone, settling deep in the muscles of his thighs and groin. Arousal.
Anticipation.
He had his legs free of his trousers and bent for his socks, one long finger tugging and finally yanking them off. The last sock dropped from his index finger as he straightened, head lifting to look Elijah in the eye.
Elijah smiled. Leered. Something.
“Bed.”
Orlando bent forward and crawled across the duvet, hesitating in the center of the bed. Face turned towards Elijah, on his hands and knees.
“Lie down. Like that.”
Orlando lay flat on his stomach, sucking in a low breath as his erection brushed against the textured damask of the bed linens. He slowly lowered his chest into the mattress, turning his face at the last moment to gaze towards the window.
No Elijah.
Orlando couldn’t help the soft gasp at the firm touch of hands on his ankles. Sliding up along the skin of his calves, thumbs digging gently into the tense muscle, taking the time to trace circles on the backs of his knees.
Orlando shuddered and pressed his face into the duvet. The hands lifted, and for a moment Orlando felt chilled, then they were back. Legs too, the inside of muscled calves pressed along the outside of his thighs, toes curling and tucking against his kneecaps as he shifted his legs wider, pushing against Elijah straddling him.
The hands resumed their deliberate wandering, sliding up the backs of his thighs, playing with the leap of his muscles every time fingers caught the crease nestled between the curve of his ass as the top of his thigh.
“Lij…” Orlando growled against the soft cotton, hands sliding up under pillows. He was ticklish there. More than ticklish. Every brush of a finger made his cock pulse underneath him, his hips flexing against the mattress in an involuntary reaction.
Elijah was fascinated.
“I didn’t know you were ticklish here…” Fingers stroked again.
Orlando jerked again. “Jesus, Lij…I…” Orlando’s voice trailed off into a humming moan as Elijah’s hands swirled up to knead the muscular cheeks of his ass. Thumbs and fingers played note-less melodies on the taut skin before drifting up across Orlando’s tailbone and climbing the long muscled length of his back. Palms cupped shoulders and Orlando turned his head.
A moan finally escaped when he felt soft, open lips rock across the back of his neck, teeth scraping gently before the mouth closed around the curve of his neck and started to suck. Orlando could feel the heated points of Elijah’s nipples grazing his shoulder blades, the tickling brush of spiky hair against his shoulder, the warm possessive cup of hands around his biceps, sliding down his arms, thumbs drifting against the inside curve of his elbows. Orlando’s arms jerked. His cock throbbed.
He was ticklish there too.
Elijah hummed approval at Orlando’s reaction and fingered the soft inside curve of both elbows again.
Orlando’s hands fisted under the pillow. He opened his mouth, his breathing too deep to escape and return through his nose.
Orlando felt a shift in Elijah’s body. Hands slid down to rest on the shallow arch of his lower back, legs sliding back and away. The legs reappeared as knees nudging at the insides of his thighs. Orlando made a soft sound and spread his legs.
Elijah’s hands went still. Then one disappeared.
Orlando stopped breathing when the first finger touched the base of his balls and slowly slid up, along the dark crease, drifting with a small push against the sensitive opening before gliding away up over his tailbone to the divot of his spine. Orlando felt the languid stroke from his toes to his fingertips. He released his breath on a strangled moan.
Elijah was fascinated. Trembling with a heretofore unknown need to be buried deep in that gasping slick heat. Trembling to feel Orlando shudder and writhe under him. Around him.
Gonna fuck you, Orli…
Surprisingly calm, considering the pounding ache of arousal between his thighs, Elijah leaned forward smoothly, reaching for the nightstand.
Orlando’s eye followed the movement of the pale hands and his cock pulsed in empathy, his body clenching in anticipation. Need.
Elijah settled between Orlando’s thighs and slicked up narrow fingers.
Orlando was unprepared for the soft, open-mouthed kiss pressed at the very base of his spine at the same time a warm, slick finger pushed gently inside. He gasped and pushed back uncontrollably. The knowledge that it was Elijah who was about to take him, the rough texture of fabric against his near painful erection, the gentle hand on his back, and Elijah’s body heat between his thighs, all combined to make him shudder uncontrollably.
“You ok?” Elijah’s husky voice made the fine hairs on his lower back shiver.
“Oh, Lij…yeah…” Orlando could only whisper, pressing his hot cheek into the covers, twisted and dragged up under his neck in delirious passion.
Elijah licked the soft skin dipping down between the twin curves of Orlando’s checks and pressed another finger inside, gently stretching. Orlando rolled his hips back into the touch, pushing back against the slick fingers.
Elijah twisted his hand, pushing his fingers deeper, curling, probing, found the soft rise of flesh and stroked firmly across it.
Orlando choked on a breath, his mouth opening, head arching back off the bed, eyes wide open.
Elijah saw the tightening of Orlando’s thighs and stroked again, pushing firmly into the tight heat, stroking over the knot of nerves in a hard, even pattern. Orlando strangled out a shout and suddenly ratcheted his hips into the mattress in short, stabbing jerks. Elijah smelled the heavy familiar tinge of Orlando’s come and shuddered, his own cock trembling in response to Orlando’s unexpected orgasm.
“Orli?”
“Fuck. Oh, fuck, Lij. I’m sorry, I can’t believe…you just, I mean…” Orlando’s voice was ragged, his body still trembling in tiny jerks against the bedspread.
Elijah laughed softly. Gently. “Don’t be an idiot. It’s fine.” He rubbed his fingers in the hot heat, soft quiet strokes. Orlando shuddered into the touch. Elijah withdrew his fingers, hands resting on the backs of Orlando’s thighs.
They sat, motionless in the fading light.
“But if you think I’m done with you, you are sadly mistaken.”
This time it was Orlando who chuckled softly, his breath almost a sigh. He turned over in response to the nudge of Elijah’s hands. There was an awkward tangle of limbs before Elijah settled between Orlando’s legs, bending them at the knee until the backs of his thighs were laying across the tops of Elijah’s hips. Elijah leaned forward over Orlando’s chest, dipping his head to press a wet kiss to Orlando’s half parted lips. Orlando felt the nudge of a pillow against his cheek and lifted his head, letting Elijah slide it under the back of his neck.
Elijah leaned back, one hand pushing up on one of Orlando’s thighs, the other sliding down to wrap around his already sheathed length. He pressed forward, eyes probing Orlando’s. Slow push.
Orlando bit the inside of his lip, his head falling back, eyes fluttering as he expelled an endless breath. Elijah pushed harder. The give of tight muscle and Orlando rocked his hips forward, Elijah pressed all. The. Way. Inside. Sheathed tight hot in the slick heat.
Orlando blinked his eyes open, and was glad. He caught the hot glazed look of astonishment and sudden ecstasy cross Elijah’s face.
“Fucking…hell, Orli…I…”
“I know…” Orlando groaned and shifted under Elijah, lifting his legs higher against the narrow hips.
The expression of wonder faded into a feral grin. Elijah leaned forward and licked a line up the center of Orlando’s chest, scraped over his Adams apple and bit at his chin before sliding a slick tongue hard between his already panting lips.
Orlando groaned and twined his arms around Elijah’s shoulders, pulling him closer. Elijah shifted, found a solid placement for his knees, pulled back and stroked his hips forward. He swallowed the low gasp from Orlando’s throat, his hands tightening on the hips that suddenly pushed back and down on his hard length.
Elijah slid his hands under Orlando’s hips, lifting and tilting them slightly higher. He pulled back and stroked forward again, felt the head of his cock bump gently over a slight rise. Orlando’s head fell back on a small cry, a sheen of perspiration already forming across his temples. His tongue came out to lick across his upper lip, swiping at the fine line of salty liquid forming there.
Elijah glanced between their bodies, felt the answering half-hard presence of Orlando’s already reawakening flesh and smiled, eyes blazing. He rocked his hips again. And again. Gradually finding a deep, steady rhythm that prodded Orli into a low noise with every stroke, the heat and clenching response making his own cock throb. He focused on the gentle thrash of Orlando’s head against the pillow, the restless wander of long fingers over his shoulders, down his chest to brush impatiently against his tight nipples, hands sliding down to clasp his wrists where they braced his weight against the lift and dive of his thrusts.
Orlando’s breathing grew ragged, his hands more restless, his tongue snaking out frequently, his eyes glazed and melting. His hands locked once again on Elijah’s biceps, his hips lifting up hard into Elijah’s thrusts, an almost continuous moan slipping from between his lips.
Elijah slowed his thrusts slightly, making them harder, deeper. Orlando keened beneath him.
“Touch yourself, Orli. Make yourself come.” Elijah ground out the words, staring down at Orlando’s red hard cock, sliding against his sweat slick belly. “Come while I’m fucking you…”
Orlando pushed a hand between their bodies and arched his neck back as his long fingers wrapped around the aching length. He gasped softly, his hand starting an uncontrollably rapid hard stroking, his breathing immediately escalating into low harsh exhalations of constant sound. He slid the other hand around Elijah’s neck, pulling himself up and into the quickening thrusts, his throat and neck muscles tightening, his arm flexing as his hand moved faster and faster.
Elijah watched the slick knowing rapid fire movements of Orlando’s hand, entranced, the heat around his cock tightening, his thrusts growing rougher, sharper, the sensation overwhelming. He lifted his head just as Orlando opened his eyes. Gazes locked, Elijah watched as Orlando’s mouth opened on a silent gasp, then closed, trapping then letting go a howl of release, the body under him shuddering in hard jerks, Orlando’s hand tightening impossibly on the back of his neck.
The first wave of release hit Elijah with immeasurable force, throwing his hips against Orlando in an uncontrollable thrust. A pulse of liquid fire ignited him from the inside as he poured himself relentless and uneven into the slender body beneath him. He came growling Orlando’s name against slick skin, as his neck, hands locked around the slender hips juddered into the slender form in slowly diminishing jerks.
+
“Lij?” Orlando stroked his hands down the still cooling back. A low moan was the only response. Orlando smiled and gently straightened his legs. Elijah grumbled softly, sliding out, his voice sleepy. “Uh uh, take the…” Orlando blinked when Elijah’s hand wriggled between them, then reappeared and flicked the condom neatly into the wastebasket. He grinned and resumed stroking the soft skin of Elijah’s back.
Elijah snuggled closer, fitting himself into the curves and planes of Orlando’s body. He sighed, lifting his head. The blue eyes were navy with fatigue. “Can we do that again?”
Orlando pressed a sideways kiss against the half-smiling lips. “Definitely.”
“Good.” Elijah dropped his head back to Orlando’s chest with a small thud.
Less than a minute later he was snoring softly against Orlando’s collarbone.
Orlando sighed, and smothered his low chuckle.
Less than a minute later, he was snoring too.
END
Type: LOTR RPS / AU
Author:
deleeriumPairing: Orlando/Elijah
Rating: NC - 17
Summary: So the boys seduced the Prince in Part 1. This is the evening after.
Disclaimer: here
Notes: Super thanks to the world’s best beta,
summerfly. Re-posted in author's LJ in Jan 2011 here.“I’m still not over the bit about him being shirtless and all. Don’t think it’s right – seein' the prince’s nipples. Seems…sacrilegious, like.” Billy had a worried expression on his face.
Orlando’s lips twitched, his eyes flickering to Elijah. Elijah caught the look and rolled his eyes in amused agreement.
They’d seen a lot more than his nipples.
Dom wiped his hand across his mouth and set his empty pint glass on the table. “I still can’t figure how you got him up to the room with no one noticin’…” Dom waved his hands around in the air and finally snorted.
Orlando leaned back, one hand wrapping loosely around his half-full pint glass. “We owe it all a perfect match: one service elevator and Her Majesty’s Secret Service.” He lifted the glass in a salute and drank it down.
Elijah watched the long column of Orlando’s throat flex as he swallowed. He felt a pull in his groin. He’d been feeling that pull all day. Every time he watched Orlando. Watched Orlando swallow. Watched him walk. Watched him bend over to pick up his dropped sweater. Watched him lean against a doorframe, cell phone perched on his shoulder, hips cocked unnaturally limber to one side. Watched him stretch, one arm behind his neck, pulling hard until there was a wretched popping and something cracked and Orlando groaned and dropped the arm, grinning in pleasure.
Let me fuck you, Orli…
Elijah slowly pressed one finger against his empty pint glass. He pushed it to the center of the table, wet glass sliding across wood. Palms flat on the tabletop, he stood up. And stared at Orlando.
Orlando turned to him with an inquisitive smile, beer glass twirling between long fingers, an affectionate glow in his dark eyes.
The smile faded.
Orlando swallowed. Hard.
Elijah was looking at him like…well, like he’d never looked at him before. Like…like…
Hungry.
Elijah looks…hungry.
“Lij?” Orlando’s question was soft.
“Remember when you said I’d never asked?” Elijah’s voice vibrated low.
Orlando could only nod, a flutter of anticipation sliding down his spine.
“Well, I think I’m beyond the asking phase. So I’m telling.”
Orlando melted.
Hungry predator.
Elijah didn’t spare a glance as he turned around, his fingers sliding slowly off the table as he headed out of the hotel bar for the elevators.
Orlando remained frozen for nearly a minute.
Dom and Billy were completely silent, only the sound of the three men breathing could be heard.
“I think you’d better go after him, elf boy. He looked…” Billy turned to Dom. “Hungry?”
Dom nodded, his eyes wide, mouth half open. “Hungry. Yeah. Shite.”
Orlando scrambled out of the booth, tripping over his own legs with a desperate laugh as he clambered to his feet and half-ran out of the bar.
+
Elijah’s heart was thudding, violent and loud, in his chest as he stabbed a finger at the up button.
A hand appeared in the last six inches of closing elevator door. The doors flexed and opened again.
Orlando stepped inside, face flushed, fingers nervously tucking hair back behind his ear. He stared at the buttons on the elevator until the doors closed, then turned and raised his head.
Elijah sucked in a low breath.
Orlando’s eyes were black liquid pools of melted heat and need.
Elijah took the three steps necessary to cross the small space and slam Orlando against the wall, hands slide fisting in the curls and yanking the dark head down for an opened mouthed attack. Orlando gasped a small moan as his head met metal with a thud. His hands slammed palms flat back against the wall to brace against the force of Elijah’s mouth and body.
Grindlickpush.
Orlando moaned again, half sliding down the smooth wall.
Pant grindlickpush again.
The elevator dinged.
And Elijah was gone, stepping back quickly, out the door and headed down the hall.
Orlando leaned against the wall, eyes blinking wide in amazement, mouth half open in surprise, diamond hard and wanting more more more.
He leaped forward as the doors started to shut again, caught his shoulder against a metal side with a sharp thud he didn’t even notice and took off down the hall after Elijah.
+
Orlando fumbled with his card key in the lock, cursing under his breath until the light finally turned green and the lock clicked. He missed the handle twice trying to push open the door.
By the time he came to a jerking halt in the middle of the living room, Elijah was nowhere to be seen.
“Lij?”
There was no response.
Orlando took a quick glance around the sitting room, the pillow and blankets from the night before still draped across one arm of the sofa. He cursed again as he toed off one shoe, then the other, hopping on one foot before getting the second shoe off.
He pushed at the half-open door of the bedroom and halted just as Elijah ripped the curtains back in their tracks, flooding the room in the orange glow of sunset. Elijah turned around as the bedroom door hit the wall with a muffled thud.
Orlando swallowed his moan.
Elijah was shirtless, the top button of his jeans already undone, barefoot, hair tousled from his sweater being ripped off so fast, his breathing deep and raspy. “Clothes. Off.”
It was all Elijah could manage.
Orlando fumbled with the edge of his sweater, yanking it off over his head, not even bothering to drop it before quickly unfastening his trousers. He saw the condoms and a tube already on the nightstand. A quarter-second hesitation and he stripped his trousers and boxers off in an uneven motion down his legs.
It wasn’t as if Elijah hadn’t seen him naked before. He had. Hundreds of times.
But this time…
Orlando felt a shivering clench low in his back, sliding down his tailbone, settling deep in the muscles of his thighs and groin. Arousal.
Anticipation.
He had his legs free of his trousers and bent for his socks, one long finger tugging and finally yanking them off. The last sock dropped from his index finger as he straightened, head lifting to look Elijah in the eye.
Elijah smiled. Leered. Something.
“Bed.”
Orlando bent forward and crawled across the duvet, hesitating in the center of the bed. Face turned towards Elijah, on his hands and knees.
“Lie down. Like that.”
Orlando lay flat on his stomach, sucking in a low breath as his erection brushed against the textured damask of the bed linens. He slowly lowered his chest into the mattress, turning his face at the last moment to gaze towards the window.
No Elijah.
Orlando couldn’t help the soft gasp at the firm touch of hands on his ankles. Sliding up along the skin of his calves, thumbs digging gently into the tense muscle, taking the time to trace circles on the backs of his knees.
Orlando shuddered and pressed his face into the duvet. The hands lifted, and for a moment Orlando felt chilled, then they were back. Legs too, the inside of muscled calves pressed along the outside of his thighs, toes curling and tucking against his kneecaps as he shifted his legs wider, pushing against Elijah straddling him.
The hands resumed their deliberate wandering, sliding up the backs of his thighs, playing with the leap of his muscles every time fingers caught the crease nestled between the curve of his ass as the top of his thigh.
“Lij…” Orlando growled against the soft cotton, hands sliding up under pillows. He was ticklish there. More than ticklish. Every brush of a finger made his cock pulse underneath him, his hips flexing against the mattress in an involuntary reaction.
Elijah was fascinated.
“I didn’t know you were ticklish here…” Fingers stroked again.
Orlando jerked again. “Jesus, Lij…I…” Orlando’s voice trailed off into a humming moan as Elijah’s hands swirled up to knead the muscular cheeks of his ass. Thumbs and fingers played note-less melodies on the taut skin before drifting up across Orlando’s tailbone and climbing the long muscled length of his back. Palms cupped shoulders and Orlando turned his head.
A moan finally escaped when he felt soft, open lips rock across the back of his neck, teeth scraping gently before the mouth closed around the curve of his neck and started to suck. Orlando could feel the heated points of Elijah’s nipples grazing his shoulder blades, the tickling brush of spiky hair against his shoulder, the warm possessive cup of hands around his biceps, sliding down his arms, thumbs drifting against the inside curve of his elbows. Orlando’s arms jerked. His cock throbbed.
He was ticklish there too.
Elijah hummed approval at Orlando’s reaction and fingered the soft inside curve of both elbows again.
Orlando’s hands fisted under the pillow. He opened his mouth, his breathing too deep to escape and return through his nose.
Orlando felt a shift in Elijah’s body. Hands slid down to rest on the shallow arch of his lower back, legs sliding back and away. The legs reappeared as knees nudging at the insides of his thighs. Orlando made a soft sound and spread his legs.
Elijah’s hands went still. Then one disappeared.
Orlando stopped breathing when the first finger touched the base of his balls and slowly slid up, along the dark crease, drifting with a small push against the sensitive opening before gliding away up over his tailbone to the divot of his spine. Orlando felt the languid stroke from his toes to his fingertips. He released his breath on a strangled moan.
Elijah was fascinated. Trembling with a heretofore unknown need to be buried deep in that gasping slick heat. Trembling to feel Orlando shudder and writhe under him. Around him.
Gonna fuck you, Orli…
Surprisingly calm, considering the pounding ache of arousal between his thighs, Elijah leaned forward smoothly, reaching for the nightstand.
Orlando’s eye followed the movement of the pale hands and his cock pulsed in empathy, his body clenching in anticipation. Need.
Elijah settled between Orlando’s thighs and slicked up narrow fingers.
Orlando was unprepared for the soft, open-mouthed kiss pressed at the very base of his spine at the same time a warm, slick finger pushed gently inside. He gasped and pushed back uncontrollably. The knowledge that it was Elijah who was about to take him, the rough texture of fabric against his near painful erection, the gentle hand on his back, and Elijah’s body heat between his thighs, all combined to make him shudder uncontrollably.
“You ok?” Elijah’s husky voice made the fine hairs on his lower back shiver.
“Oh, Lij…yeah…” Orlando could only whisper, pressing his hot cheek into the covers, twisted and dragged up under his neck in delirious passion.
Elijah licked the soft skin dipping down between the twin curves of Orlando’s checks and pressed another finger inside, gently stretching. Orlando rolled his hips back into the touch, pushing back against the slick fingers.
Elijah twisted his hand, pushing his fingers deeper, curling, probing, found the soft rise of flesh and stroked firmly across it.
Orlando choked on a breath, his mouth opening, head arching back off the bed, eyes wide open.
Elijah saw the tightening of Orlando’s thighs and stroked again, pushing firmly into the tight heat, stroking over the knot of nerves in a hard, even pattern. Orlando strangled out a shout and suddenly ratcheted his hips into the mattress in short, stabbing jerks. Elijah smelled the heavy familiar tinge of Orlando’s come and shuddered, his own cock trembling in response to Orlando’s unexpected orgasm.
“Orli?”
“Fuck. Oh, fuck, Lij. I’m sorry, I can’t believe…you just, I mean…” Orlando’s voice was ragged, his body still trembling in tiny jerks against the bedspread.
Elijah laughed softly. Gently. “Don’t be an idiot. It’s fine.” He rubbed his fingers in the hot heat, soft quiet strokes. Orlando shuddered into the touch. Elijah withdrew his fingers, hands resting on the backs of Orlando’s thighs.
They sat, motionless in the fading light.
“But if you think I’m done with you, you are sadly mistaken.”
This time it was Orlando who chuckled softly, his breath almost a sigh. He turned over in response to the nudge of Elijah’s hands. There was an awkward tangle of limbs before Elijah settled between Orlando’s legs, bending them at the knee until the backs of his thighs were laying across the tops of Elijah’s hips. Elijah leaned forward over Orlando’s chest, dipping his head to press a wet kiss to Orlando’s half parted lips. Orlando felt the nudge of a pillow against his cheek and lifted his head, letting Elijah slide it under the back of his neck.
Elijah leaned back, one hand pushing up on one of Orlando’s thighs, the other sliding down to wrap around his already sheathed length. He pressed forward, eyes probing Orlando’s. Slow push.
Orlando bit the inside of his lip, his head falling back, eyes fluttering as he expelled an endless breath. Elijah pushed harder. The give of tight muscle and Orlando rocked his hips forward, Elijah pressed all. The. Way. Inside. Sheathed tight hot in the slick heat.
Orlando blinked his eyes open, and was glad. He caught the hot glazed look of astonishment and sudden ecstasy cross Elijah’s face.
“Fucking…hell, Orli…I…”
“I know…” Orlando groaned and shifted under Elijah, lifting his legs higher against the narrow hips.
The expression of wonder faded into a feral grin. Elijah leaned forward and licked a line up the center of Orlando’s chest, scraped over his Adams apple and bit at his chin before sliding a slick tongue hard between his already panting lips.
Orlando groaned and twined his arms around Elijah’s shoulders, pulling him closer. Elijah shifted, found a solid placement for his knees, pulled back and stroked his hips forward. He swallowed the low gasp from Orlando’s throat, his hands tightening on the hips that suddenly pushed back and down on his hard length.
Elijah slid his hands under Orlando’s hips, lifting and tilting them slightly higher. He pulled back and stroked forward again, felt the head of his cock bump gently over a slight rise. Orlando’s head fell back on a small cry, a sheen of perspiration already forming across his temples. His tongue came out to lick across his upper lip, swiping at the fine line of salty liquid forming there.
Elijah glanced between their bodies, felt the answering half-hard presence of Orlando’s already reawakening flesh and smiled, eyes blazing. He rocked his hips again. And again. Gradually finding a deep, steady rhythm that prodded Orli into a low noise with every stroke, the heat and clenching response making his own cock throb. He focused on the gentle thrash of Orlando’s head against the pillow, the restless wander of long fingers over his shoulders, down his chest to brush impatiently against his tight nipples, hands sliding down to clasp his wrists where they braced his weight against the lift and dive of his thrusts.
Orlando’s breathing grew ragged, his hands more restless, his tongue snaking out frequently, his eyes glazed and melting. His hands locked once again on Elijah’s biceps, his hips lifting up hard into Elijah’s thrusts, an almost continuous moan slipping from between his lips.
Elijah slowed his thrusts slightly, making them harder, deeper. Orlando keened beneath him.
“Touch yourself, Orli. Make yourself come.” Elijah ground out the words, staring down at Orlando’s red hard cock, sliding against his sweat slick belly. “Come while I’m fucking you…”
Orlando pushed a hand between their bodies and arched his neck back as his long fingers wrapped around the aching length. He gasped softly, his hand starting an uncontrollably rapid hard stroking, his breathing immediately escalating into low harsh exhalations of constant sound. He slid the other hand around Elijah’s neck, pulling himself up and into the quickening thrusts, his throat and neck muscles tightening, his arm flexing as his hand moved faster and faster.
Elijah watched the slick knowing rapid fire movements of Orlando’s hand, entranced, the heat around his cock tightening, his thrusts growing rougher, sharper, the sensation overwhelming. He lifted his head just as Orlando opened his eyes. Gazes locked, Elijah watched as Orlando’s mouth opened on a silent gasp, then closed, trapping then letting go a howl of release, the body under him shuddering in hard jerks, Orlando’s hand tightening impossibly on the back of his neck.
The first wave of release hit Elijah with immeasurable force, throwing his hips against Orlando in an uncontrollable thrust. A pulse of liquid fire ignited him from the inside as he poured himself relentless and uneven into the slender body beneath him. He came growling Orlando’s name against slick skin, as his neck, hands locked around the slender hips juddered into the slender form in slowly diminishing jerks.
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“Lij?” Orlando stroked his hands down the still cooling back. A low moan was the only response. Orlando smiled and gently straightened his legs. Elijah grumbled softly, sliding out, his voice sleepy. “Uh uh, take the…” Orlando blinked when Elijah’s hand wriggled between them, then reappeared and flicked the condom neatly into the wastebasket. He grinned and resumed stroking the soft skin of Elijah’s back.
Elijah snuggled closer, fitting himself into the curves and planes of Orlando’s body. He sighed, lifting his head. The blue eyes were navy with fatigue. “Can we do that again?”
Orlando pressed a sideways kiss against the half-smiling lips. “Definitely.”
“Good.” Elijah dropped his head back to Orlando’s chest with a small thud.
Less than a minute later he was snoring softly against Orlando’s collarbone.
Orlando sighed, and smothered his low chuckle.
Less than a minute later, he was snoring too.
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HOT
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Awesome fic. I've never actually come across one before with Lij on top.
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Thanks.
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*Thank* you for appreciating the beauty that is top!lij. I like to give him equal opportunity topness. And thanks for the compliments!
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Glad i could provide you with something new! top!Lij was a little new to me as well (until a few months ago) but is now one of my fav characteristics.
Thank you for the praises!
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Again with the fangirling! I *love* that!
*scampers off to write more top!lij*
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No death, please ;) I aim only to entertain (and instigate massive GUH). Glad you enjoyed.
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I loved top!Lij. That was hot! And I liked the Wills dynamic too. Even though Olijah is my OTP, the threesome aspect wasn't a problem at all! Overall your writing was competent and readible (though not quite as good, I thought, as Football).
But... this story didn't push my buttons quite the way some of your others have. Perhaps because the friendship aspect wasn't as foregrounded? I don't really know. I can't put my finger on it.
Sorry. :(
I *did* like it. Just not as much. And I don't like leaving meanspirited feedback, but I want to be honest and constructive, so i wish I could pinpoint what my problem is.
Do you think this one works as well as your others?
Everyone else seemed to really vibe on it, so maybe it's just me.
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I *love* this kind of feedback. [This is excellent evidence that my characters are developing with unique (likable or unlikable) personalities (though they all look like Orli and Lij) - and *that* is wonderful because it means my character development *outside* the fandom might just work.]
This one [Polo] kind of erupted in toto one afternoon. I had an Orlando in my brain that I didn't really like, who was tempted to treat Lij a little off-handedly, even though they both were ok with the 'openness' of their relationship. I also wanted to mess about with royalty, as I hadn't seen that before. [William is a two-dimensional, faded kind of romancy-novely version of a real person - intentionallay - b/c he's pretty to look at, but there's no rps cannon re:him to draw from. And the minor bit of research I did on him only turned up more non-content-having reports from the press and tabloids.]
One of my points (?) in this fic is that when Lij *does* top Orli, it results in Orli loosing control. I wanted that bit of 'turn the tables' so that the Lij character wasn't as weak/powerless as he appeared in the first section. I didn't expect anyone to really bond with these versions (characters) of the boys. They *aren't* as lovable as the FB characters, or as entertaining as the Skaterboys.
Mostly, it was an exercise in describing another facet of the 'unconsciously arrogant new young star' Orlando I have running around in my brain. (and an experiment in 'can I write generically-entertaining (as opposed to lovable) characters that still appeal to some portion of the audience?'.
The vast majority of my slash stories are training exercises for me as as a fiction writer. My first story was too long, had flat characters and rambled for 495 pages (read: it sucked). The second was only slightly better. The next got a bit easier, and so on and so on. Football is better (IMHO) because it's my *most* recent bit of writing. (read: I feel like I know what I'm doing now - the characters do what I want, and they're more consistent.) FB boys are *also* easier to develop because they are boiler-plate romance novel characters, with an occasional touch of role-reversal, mixed up and and put into a 'what it would be like to come out in modern society' universe. Add a dash of high-school reminiscing (which everyone loves, no matter what the hell they tell you) and voila! Instant addiction.
Or something.
Phew.
[I think I may need to write a paper about this...]
But thank you *thank* you for the feedback - I'm *so* glad when people are honest about their reactions (I had someone comment on Orlijah that they just didn't *get* a top!Lij - this is fantastic! This means the 'willing suspension of disbelief' agreement with my audience, trying to get them to believe what I want, had *holes* in it. read: lesson learned for next story.)
[Wow. Me? Analytical? Nah....]
*cheeky grin* Thanks!
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Yeah, me too. I've been using my lotrips to practice techniques for my original fiction. It's been working a treat too.
You're getting really good--just about at pro level I'd say. You've developed your own voice and stylistics. You can tell a good story and write to the audience. You're a little light on plot with some of them (but not all stories need plot, after all). So. Yeah!
Occasionally there's a bit of roughness, but it's hard for me to track that. Because you haven't posted your fics in chonological writing order :)
I don't know how much you've thought about the transition. But I think there's a bigger job with fics that have no rps shorthand to rely on. Not a lot bigger (especially with AUs) but characters from scratch need a bit more blood at the start.
Have you had anything 'published' yet?
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Thank you. I have to admit I totally squealed, hearing this from you :) *tries to remain professional* *dances around anyway*
Yes to the roughness - part of that is because I'm in such a damn hurry to get the words down on the page. Most of the style and pretty pieces come on the fourth, fifth or sixth re-edit (when I'm really cleaning up the language and matching the style to the story and checking the characterizations). Sometimes I spend ages re-re-re-reading a particular scene b/c I want it to be absolutely dead-on with what I'm trying to communicate. Other times (esp in slash fic), I just want to wander around in whatever universe I've created. And entertain.
The transition has occured to me, but i'm about to post two AU's that (with the exception of the way Orlando and Elijah look) might be the closest to unique characters I've tried. (part of that is that I took them out of modern time and put them in the late 1800's (wildwest) and another the 1700's (london). Conceptually, I think I understand the pieces of the rps shorthand i'm leaning on (read: i have an idea about greating a lotr-rps-fic-algorythm generator. you could enter your favorite pairing, pick the setting, a slider-bar angst level, desired outcome and press go - boom, there's a fic - yes, I'm a mad scientist at heart :) What was I on about? Oh yeah, transition. My transition will actually be taking place this year. last year was dedicated to writing as much as i could write, within given parameters (i.e. slash fic) and a) see if I could stick with it and b) see if i was actually any good at it. This is year two - the year of the novel. I have a concept, an outline and characterizations zipping through my head. one problem - i just had an inspiration for writing about my grandmother's life, so i think i'm about to embark on a biographical (interview-based) record of her life. my brain is going in far too many directions right now to make sense to my inner-artist. sheesh.
I have one academic paper (joint effort) on old and middle-english translation published through my university. That's it. I've thought about starting with an article? a short story? a few smaller things to generate a portfolio before dashing off to find an agent, etc. however, i suppose the most important piece of that would be a finished book ;)
I understand you make your living as a writer, and have been published. how did you start? do you have an agent? and in what areas do you publish? (here's me, being nosy ;)
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As puddle of goo on floor hot.
As in need ice hot.
I loved both parts. William/Orlando/Elijah. Absolutely incredible. Now I need to find some more Prince William slash....
Hope you don't mind if I friend you.