Kitchen Sex

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TITLE: Phones and Fridges 1/3

PAIRING: Dom/Orli

RATING: Besides the one use of the "f" word, pretty PG

DISCLAIMER: Not mine, not real, yada yada yada

cross posted at dorli

Part 1: Tactics

Orlando was bored. He’d come to L.A. to see Elijah and Dom 4 days ago. It had been a whirlwind of clubs, alcohol, and even some skydiving. But here it was, Day 5, 6:00 P.M., and Dom was on the phone.

“I don’t care, Billy!” Dom cried into the phone. Orlando rolled his eyes. Now that Dom lived in L.A., he didn’t get to see much of Billy, who was back in Scotland for awhile. The two had been working on a script for a long time now, which is mighty difficult to do when you’re in different countries, hence the phone call. “I don’t care what she says, you promised!”

Orlando got up from his perch on the couch and walked over to where Dom was pacing. He’d been on the phone for two hours. Time to end that call, Orlando decided. He poked Dom in the ribs. He was ignored. He started tickling the inside of Dom’s arm. His hand was batted away. He leaned close and licked Dom’s ear.

“Fuck off,” Dom growled and pushed Orlando away. “No, not you, Billy. Orli’s being his usual self. Well of course it’s not what you wanted! You didn’t give me the character’s motivation!”

So it was back to the script. Maybe if he tried begging...

“C’mon, Sblomie, I’m booooooooored!” Orlando whined, tugging on Dom’s shirt like a 5-year old.

“Hold on, Billy,” Dom covered the mouthpiece on the phone. “Make Lij go somewhere with you. I’m working!”

Orlando sighed and plopped down on the couch with his beer. “Yes, mother.”

A few minutes later, Elijah came bounding into the room, fresh from his shower, and flung himself on the couch next to Orlando. “What’s up?”

Orlando took a swig of beer. “Absolutely nothing.”

“Well, whatcha wanna do tonight?”

“Haven’t decided yet.” Elijah was always full of energy, always coming up with silly things they could do. Like the time they painted Viggo’s nails pink--while he was sleeping. But for some reason, listening to Elijah ramble on as usual was making Orlando tired.

“Dom still talkin’ to Billy?”

At the mention of the ignoring bastard’s name, Orlando started paying attention again. “Yeah.”

Elijah propped his elbow on the back of the couch, twirling a lock of short, spiky brown hair around his finger. He watched Dom for a minute. “Ya know, we should get speakerphone. That way we can all talk to Billy. Sorta like he was here. A mini reunion of almost half the fellowship. Can’t wait for the premiere of Return of the King so we can all be together again. Wouldn’t that be awesome?”

“Mmhmm.” Orlando had his head cocked to one side, tipped back to rest on top of the back of the couch, eyes following Dom’s movements. Dom was being damned difficult. Orlando was only in L.A. for three more days! Judging by Dom’s words and flailing hands, nothing short of an earthquake would get him off the phone. Sounds like a challenge. Orlando grinned. He loved challenges.