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Fuck Buddy, 1/6, RPS Fic, Craig/Orli, R
Title: Fuck Buddy 1/6
Author: Nixxie + Gypsy
Pairing: Craig/Orli
Rating: R
Archive: Beyond the Fellowship and http://www.livejournal.com/users/nixxie_/
E-mail addresses for feedback: nix@nixxie.co.uk + kejazofi@wolfenet.com
Disclaimers: Not ours. Simple as that! The fact that we wish they were is beside the point!
Warnings: Real Person Slash - meaning these are based on real people, whether they really do this stuff is not known by us.
Craig rolled over, the hotel sheets rough against his bare cheeks, still red from the stinging of the night before. On the bed beside him lay last night's master, today's snoring co-worker, one arm draped over the edge of the bed, the other which had been on Craig's stomach was now laying on the expanse of crisp whiteness, creased from Craig's body and still warm.
//I gotta get me some ear plugs for the next round with this one! Fucking snoring bastard! Maybe I'll get him some too, for whilst he makes me scream so loud!//
//Next time...fuck! When did I always start thinking of next time? Use once then onto the next, wasn't that always my motto, never stay overnight, never stay twice!//
Craig stood up, legs creaking from cramp, too long on his knees chained to the bedposts last night, he guessed.
//Gotta get me a submissive one for tonight, someone I can fuck into the mattress, one who likes to be taken. Elijah maybe...he was fun.//
//But you've done him, try another Hobbit, someone new. One of the other elves, some of those pretty boys deserve a good solid fucking!//
Craig sat on the edge of the bed to put his shoes on, yesterdays clothes crumpled on his body. He turned and with a wistful smile on his face, walked out into the early morning air.
...........................
(Later that evening)
Sauntering into the pub he surveyed the crowd,
//Had him...he was good...had that one! Christ what a screamer he turned out to be...had him and him together, lovely couple!//
He sighed to himself. Being a fuck buddy was no fun sometimes, too long on one set and he ran out of options, ran out of new ways to debauch himself.
//Gotta be someone in here that's not been fucked by a bit of Parker yet!// he thought as he ordered a beer from the barman Tom.
//Had him the first week on set during archery training, nice bowmanship if I remember rightly!// and smiled coyly over his pint
_+_+_+_+_+
Orlando sat at a table with the hobbits, though he wasn't really a part of
the conversation now. The rest of the table had rather faded from his world
as soon as Craig came in. He'd developed this crush from nearly the moment
he laid eyes on the other man, but had yet to try and do anything about it.
Despite what the others seemed to think of him, he wasn't the slut that a
lot of them assumed--yes, he flirted--but that was generally the extent of
it. The hobbits had noticed his interest, and given the reputation Craig
seemed to have, coupled with his own, they had taken it upon themselves to
assume that he and Craig had shagged. Orli wished.
He wasn't overly sure he believed all he heard about Craig, after all some
of the same things were probably being said about him...but according to
Elijah...it was rather first hand experience. Orlando had hid the jealousy
he felt rather admirably, laughing it off. Always laughing everything off.
It was easiest--that quick, wide grin that he presented to the world.
But no, he hadn't had the guts to approach Craig himself in that kind of
manner and while Craig had flirted back some when Orlando flirted like he
did with everyone, the interest never seemed to be there. And, Orlando
mused, if what they said about Craig was true, he wasn't sure he could deal
with it. The crush was quickly turning to obsession though, he realised,
and he might have to try and get whatever he could just to sate it a bit.
The dreams were getting more and more frequent, and bothersome. He nearly
blushed at the thought, running his hand over the mohawk atop his head,
which he still wasn't sure he was used to, despite what he said to the
contrary when asked.
Realising he was staring at Craig, Orlando averted his eyes before he got
caught, taking a very long draught of his drink.
_+_+_+_+_+
Craig's gaze flitted about the bar, mentally totting up his scorecard. And then his eyes rested on one who had only just pulled his own eyes away.
Orlando.
//Now that's one I never expected! Thought he had a girlfriend?//
He thought back to the times he'd met Orli before, not many outside of filming, but many during, and many more to come with Helm's deep filming starting next week, a month or so of night shots in pouring rain. He'd chatted with the guy sure, flirted as he did everyone to a certain degree, that was just how Craig was, just how a good fuck buddy behaved. The set bitch. That was Craig and he had no qualms with that. Enjoyed it most of the time, but Orlando?
//Could be bi. Worth a go. Wonder if he's a top or a bottom?//
He thought idly as he took a last grin at Tom and slid from his stool, hips swaying as he sauntered over to the table where Orli was sitting, looking over the table "G-day hobbitses." He grinned at them all, eye winking briefly at Elijah before turning to the graceful elvish one. "Orli"
_+_+_+_+_+
Yes, had a girlfriend, past tense. The extended long distance had
taken its toll, and the times she had come to visit, she started to complain
of how distant Orlando seemed, distracted. What had made Orlando the
guiltiest about the whole situation had been he hadn't overly cared when she
broke up with him. It had hurt, they had been together for a while, but he
knew he hadn't afforded it the emotion it had deserved. So, he didn't hold
her leaving against her at all, he had deserved it.
Looking up when Craig greeted him, Orlando blushed slightly. Had the man
caught him staring? Could he pass it off as alcohol? He'd had quite a few
already--getting drunk with the hobbits, like was expected.
"Hi Craig," he beamed, shyness relegated to his inner workings, not his
outer. "How goes it mate?"
Orlando took another deep swig of his drink, nearly finished with it now,
fingers restlessly twisting and untwisting the cloth napkin laying on the
table.
_+_+_+_+_+
"Oh, just fine as ever, though I'm not looking forward to Helm's deep, looks like we'll all be drowned rats before we come out of that! Or at least you do. Poor Haldir..." He sighed melodramatically but eyes flinching with mirth.
_+_+_+_+_+
Orlando chuckled, feeling some of the tension inside drain
from him slightly.
"Yes, terrible that...poor Haldir. The night shoots should be interesting
though...maybe a bit depressing, but interesting."
_+_+_+_+_+
//That's it, normal small talk, lull him into a false sense of security and then bam...//
//...Reel him in.//
"But your drinks almost out, why don't you come with me to the bar, let me buy you one. I know the barman, I'm sure I can skip the queue." Craig's voice was smooth and silky, his accent barely traceable, like the elf he portrayed. He had moved in, not noticeable to anyone else in the bar, just a half lean forwards, but all his attention was on Orlando, every last smile and muscle twitch and hand movement.
//Oh you want to don't you, thinking of the little missus at home are you? Thinking what she'd say if it leaked out you'd been snagged by the productions relief toy.//
//But can you resist?//
_+_+_+_+_+
Orlando hesitated when Craig tried to draw him away from the safety of the
hobbits--he glanced at them, lost in their own conversations, then back up
at Craig. Another drink? Yes, yes he was pretty sure he did need another
drink...or three or ten. Picking his glass up, Orlando drowned the last of
it's contents, sitting it back down harder than he meant to--a dull *clink*
on the hard wood table. He gave the napkin in his hands one last twist
before letting it drop on the table, rising and still meeting Craig's eyes,
completely level with the man--who was the same height as he, though Orlando
felt much smaller at the moment.
"Another drink sounds like a bloody marvellous idea," he stated, huge 'Orli'
grin plastered on his pretty face again. "And since you're buying...."
Craig had no idea how little it would actually take to reel Orlando in at
this point, even if he still had reservations given what he had heard going
around, even if just heard from the hobbits, the alcohol and his growing
obsession were taking control of him right now. And any attention that
Craig was willing to lavish on the young man at this point was going to be
welcomed and devoured.
_+_+_+_+_+
God that grin. Craig felt that grin straight down to his groin.
//Down boy//
"Come along then, let's get you a drink." He placed his hand on the small of Orlando's back, nothing un-toward, nothing proprietary, just leading him through the mingling people. As they reached the bar there suddenly appeared a space for them. It didn't look like anyone had moved, just suddenly, room for two.
_+_+_+_+_+
The touch electrified Orlando though, no matter how innocent the
actual contact might be, not to mention he'd managed to put his hand
right over the place where the scars were, which made it doubly
sensitive.
"Yes, let's...."
_+_+_+_+_+
One bat of eyelids at Tom was enough to get him practically dropping his customers and running over to see what Craig wanted.
"Usual for me and the same again for my lovely young friend here." He stated, tongue lapping over bottom lip as the last words were uttered. The drinks arrived in the shortest of time and Tom insisted it was his treat, Craig just winked at him slyly in acknowledgement of why.
He never prostituted himself. Never. Not for money. But treats sometimes, clothes, meals, drinks and kinky toys, now who could say no to that when he'd given the person in question everything they'd asked for the night before. And he did. Everything they asked for, anything and everything. If they had the guts to say it, to ask it, then Craig more than definitely had the guts to do it.
He turned his attention back to Orli, took a sip of his drink and leant against the bar like he owned it, like he belonged. "Not seen you around much lately, the little missus been in town? Keeping you on tight apron strings is she?" He asked, wanting to know the answer to that and many others before he went any further than just flirting.
_+_+_+_+_+
Orlando's huge grin never wavered, but his too expressive eyes
betrayed him for the barest of moments, before they also were
laughing again.
"Nah," he said. "There's no more little missus anymore, free agent
again." amazing, how he could say it just like that, like it didn't
matter. But did it matter anymore? He'd felt next to nothing when
she had ended it. Some days it seemed like that's how he always felt-
-next to nothing. Shaking off the brooding thoughts, he broadened
his grin. "You know how it is, mate." But did Craig? Had anyone
ever dumped him like that?
Taking a healthy sip of his drink, he felt it divided between two
different places: Straight to his head and straight to his groin.
God, he couldn't believe how badly he wanted Craig. He'd never
really given overly much thought to other men, not enough to actually
be *wanting* this. The only one who'd ever had any affect similar to
this on him was Andre, but Andre was a force all of his own. then
again, so was Craig.
_+_+_+_+_+
"Yeah, sure." Except he didn't really. Had no idea what the word relationship meant, let alone commitment. Occasionally one bloke would want too much, want more. And very occasionally Craig would say yes. But definitely the exception to the rule. But then that did mean that Orlando was free.
//And possibly even bi. And if he's not I'm sure I can persuade him, I've done it before!// Craig leant against the bar still but his head was turned to Orlando's, eyes looking directly at him, trying to gauge his every reaction.
"So...free and single and ready to let fly your wild oats again hmm..."
_+_+_+_+_+
The slightest blush as Orlando felt his body reacting to Craig's
closeness, his undivided attention, his words. His olive toned skin
hid it well...well mostly anyway.
"Something like that," Orlando laughed, taking another healthy swig
of his drink. Yes, very drunk. That's what he needed to be. "And
what about you?"
Shifting, almost unconsciously (or perhaps not), Orlando placed their
bodies closer together, almost brushing against Craig. Whoa, maybe
he was already drunker than he had thought. But still that huge Orli
smile, the smile that said 'fuck me' even when that wasn't what
Orlando was trying to say.
_+_+_+_+_+
//Good God the boy is actually blushing!//
"Me? Oh I'm always free, free for anything."
//Well that was direct. If he doesn't want this he'll be running for the hills any minute now!//
tbc...
Author: Nixxie + Gypsy
Pairing: Craig/Orli
Rating: R
Archive: Beyond the Fellowship and http://www.livejournal.com/users/nixxie_/
E-mail addresses for feedback: nix@nixxie.co.uk + kejazofi@wolfenet.com
Disclaimers: Not ours. Simple as that! The fact that we wish they were is beside the point!
Warnings: Real Person Slash - meaning these are based on real people, whether they really do this stuff is not known by us.
Craig rolled over, the hotel sheets rough against his bare cheeks, still red from the stinging of the night before. On the bed beside him lay last night's master, today's snoring co-worker, one arm draped over the edge of the bed, the other which had been on Craig's stomach was now laying on the expanse of crisp whiteness, creased from Craig's body and still warm.
//I gotta get me some ear plugs for the next round with this one! Fucking snoring bastard! Maybe I'll get him some too, for whilst he makes me scream so loud!//
//Next time...fuck! When did I always start thinking of next time? Use once then onto the next, wasn't that always my motto, never stay overnight, never stay twice!//
Craig stood up, legs creaking from cramp, too long on his knees chained to the bedposts last night, he guessed.
//Gotta get me a submissive one for tonight, someone I can fuck into the mattress, one who likes to be taken. Elijah maybe...he was fun.//
//But you've done him, try another Hobbit, someone new. One of the other elves, some of those pretty boys deserve a good solid fucking!//
Craig sat on the edge of the bed to put his shoes on, yesterdays clothes crumpled on his body. He turned and with a wistful smile on his face, walked out into the early morning air.
...........................
(Later that evening)
Sauntering into the pub he surveyed the crowd,
//Had him...he was good...had that one! Christ what a screamer he turned out to be...had him and him together, lovely couple!//
He sighed to himself. Being a fuck buddy was no fun sometimes, too long on one set and he ran out of options, ran out of new ways to debauch himself.
//Gotta be someone in here that's not been fucked by a bit of Parker yet!// he thought as he ordered a beer from the barman Tom.
//Had him the first week on set during archery training, nice bowmanship if I remember rightly!// and smiled coyly over his pint
_+_+_+_+_+
Orlando sat at a table with the hobbits, though he wasn't really a part of
the conversation now. The rest of the table had rather faded from his world
as soon as Craig came in. He'd developed this crush from nearly the moment
he laid eyes on the other man, but had yet to try and do anything about it.
Despite what the others seemed to think of him, he wasn't the slut that a
lot of them assumed--yes, he flirted--but that was generally the extent of
it. The hobbits had noticed his interest, and given the reputation Craig
seemed to have, coupled with his own, they had taken it upon themselves to
assume that he and Craig had shagged. Orli wished.
He wasn't overly sure he believed all he heard about Craig, after all some
of the same things were probably being said about him...but according to
Elijah...it was rather first hand experience. Orlando had hid the jealousy
he felt rather admirably, laughing it off. Always laughing everything off.
It was easiest--that quick, wide grin that he presented to the world.
But no, he hadn't had the guts to approach Craig himself in that kind of
manner and while Craig had flirted back some when Orlando flirted like he
did with everyone, the interest never seemed to be there. And, Orlando
mused, if what they said about Craig was true, he wasn't sure he could deal
with it. The crush was quickly turning to obsession though, he realised,
and he might have to try and get whatever he could just to sate it a bit.
The dreams were getting more and more frequent, and bothersome. He nearly
blushed at the thought, running his hand over the mohawk atop his head,
which he still wasn't sure he was used to, despite what he said to the
contrary when asked.
Realising he was staring at Craig, Orlando averted his eyes before he got
caught, taking a very long draught of his drink.
_+_+_+_+_+
Craig's gaze flitted about the bar, mentally totting up his scorecard. And then his eyes rested on one who had only just pulled his own eyes away.
Orlando.
//Now that's one I never expected! Thought he had a girlfriend?//
He thought back to the times he'd met Orli before, not many outside of filming, but many during, and many more to come with Helm's deep filming starting next week, a month or so of night shots in pouring rain. He'd chatted with the guy sure, flirted as he did everyone to a certain degree, that was just how Craig was, just how a good fuck buddy behaved. The set bitch. That was Craig and he had no qualms with that. Enjoyed it most of the time, but Orlando?
//Could be bi. Worth a go. Wonder if he's a top or a bottom?//
He thought idly as he took a last grin at Tom and slid from his stool, hips swaying as he sauntered over to the table where Orli was sitting, looking over the table "G-day hobbitses." He grinned at them all, eye winking briefly at Elijah before turning to the graceful elvish one. "Orli"
_+_+_+_+_+
Yes, had a girlfriend, past tense. The extended long distance had
taken its toll, and the times she had come to visit, she started to complain
of how distant Orlando seemed, distracted. What had made Orlando the
guiltiest about the whole situation had been he hadn't overly cared when she
broke up with him. It had hurt, they had been together for a while, but he
knew he hadn't afforded it the emotion it had deserved. So, he didn't hold
her leaving against her at all, he had deserved it.
Looking up when Craig greeted him, Orlando blushed slightly. Had the man
caught him staring? Could he pass it off as alcohol? He'd had quite a few
already--getting drunk with the hobbits, like was expected.
"Hi Craig," he beamed, shyness relegated to his inner workings, not his
outer. "How goes it mate?"
Orlando took another deep swig of his drink, nearly finished with it now,
fingers restlessly twisting and untwisting the cloth napkin laying on the
table.
_+_+_+_+_+
"Oh, just fine as ever, though I'm not looking forward to Helm's deep, looks like we'll all be drowned rats before we come out of that! Or at least you do. Poor Haldir..." He sighed melodramatically but eyes flinching with mirth.
_+_+_+_+_+
Orlando chuckled, feeling some of the tension inside drain
from him slightly.
"Yes, terrible that...poor Haldir. The night shoots should be interesting
though...maybe a bit depressing, but interesting."
_+_+_+_+_+
//That's it, normal small talk, lull him into a false sense of security and then bam...//
//...Reel him in.//
"But your drinks almost out, why don't you come with me to the bar, let me buy you one. I know the barman, I'm sure I can skip the queue." Craig's voice was smooth and silky, his accent barely traceable, like the elf he portrayed. He had moved in, not noticeable to anyone else in the bar, just a half lean forwards, but all his attention was on Orlando, every last smile and muscle twitch and hand movement.
//Oh you want to don't you, thinking of the little missus at home are you? Thinking what she'd say if it leaked out you'd been snagged by the productions relief toy.//
//But can you resist?//
_+_+_+_+_+
Orlando hesitated when Craig tried to draw him away from the safety of the
hobbits--he glanced at them, lost in their own conversations, then back up
at Craig. Another drink? Yes, yes he was pretty sure he did need another
drink...or three or ten. Picking his glass up, Orlando drowned the last of
it's contents, sitting it back down harder than he meant to--a dull *clink*
on the hard wood table. He gave the napkin in his hands one last twist
before letting it drop on the table, rising and still meeting Craig's eyes,
completely level with the man--who was the same height as he, though Orlando
felt much smaller at the moment.
"Another drink sounds like a bloody marvellous idea," he stated, huge 'Orli'
grin plastered on his pretty face again. "And since you're buying...."
Craig had no idea how little it would actually take to reel Orlando in at
this point, even if he still had reservations given what he had heard going
around, even if just heard from the hobbits, the alcohol and his growing
obsession were taking control of him right now. And any attention that
Craig was willing to lavish on the young man at this point was going to be
welcomed and devoured.
_+_+_+_+_+
God that grin. Craig felt that grin straight down to his groin.
//Down boy//
"Come along then, let's get you a drink." He placed his hand on the small of Orlando's back, nothing un-toward, nothing proprietary, just leading him through the mingling people. As they reached the bar there suddenly appeared a space for them. It didn't look like anyone had moved, just suddenly, room for two.
_+_+_+_+_+
The touch electrified Orlando though, no matter how innocent the
actual contact might be, not to mention he'd managed to put his hand
right over the place where the scars were, which made it doubly
sensitive.
"Yes, let's...."
_+_+_+_+_+
One bat of eyelids at Tom was enough to get him practically dropping his customers and running over to see what Craig wanted.
"Usual for me and the same again for my lovely young friend here." He stated, tongue lapping over bottom lip as the last words were uttered. The drinks arrived in the shortest of time and Tom insisted it was his treat, Craig just winked at him slyly in acknowledgement of why.
He never prostituted himself. Never. Not for money. But treats sometimes, clothes, meals, drinks and kinky toys, now who could say no to that when he'd given the person in question everything they'd asked for the night before. And he did. Everything they asked for, anything and everything. If they had the guts to say it, to ask it, then Craig more than definitely had the guts to do it.
He turned his attention back to Orli, took a sip of his drink and leant against the bar like he owned it, like he belonged. "Not seen you around much lately, the little missus been in town? Keeping you on tight apron strings is she?" He asked, wanting to know the answer to that and many others before he went any further than just flirting.
_+_+_+_+_+
Orlando's huge grin never wavered, but his too expressive eyes
betrayed him for the barest of moments, before they also were
laughing again.
"Nah," he said. "There's no more little missus anymore, free agent
again." amazing, how he could say it just like that, like it didn't
matter. But did it matter anymore? He'd felt next to nothing when
she had ended it. Some days it seemed like that's how he always felt-
-next to nothing. Shaking off the brooding thoughts, he broadened
his grin. "You know how it is, mate." But did Craig? Had anyone
ever dumped him like that?
Taking a healthy sip of his drink, he felt it divided between two
different places: Straight to his head and straight to his groin.
God, he couldn't believe how badly he wanted Craig. He'd never
really given overly much thought to other men, not enough to actually
be *wanting* this. The only one who'd ever had any affect similar to
this on him was Andre, but Andre was a force all of his own. then
again, so was Craig.
_+_+_+_+_+
"Yeah, sure." Except he didn't really. Had no idea what the word relationship meant, let alone commitment. Occasionally one bloke would want too much, want more. And very occasionally Craig would say yes. But definitely the exception to the rule. But then that did mean that Orlando was free.
//And possibly even bi. And if he's not I'm sure I can persuade him, I've done it before!// Craig leant against the bar still but his head was turned to Orlando's, eyes looking directly at him, trying to gauge his every reaction.
"So...free and single and ready to let fly your wild oats again hmm..."
_+_+_+_+_+
The slightest blush as Orlando felt his body reacting to Craig's
closeness, his undivided attention, his words. His olive toned skin
hid it well...well mostly anyway.
"Something like that," Orlando laughed, taking another healthy swig
of his drink. Yes, very drunk. That's what he needed to be. "And
what about you?"
Shifting, almost unconsciously (or perhaps not), Orlando placed their
bodies closer together, almost brushing against Craig. Whoa, maybe
he was already drunker than he had thought. But still that huge Orli
smile, the smile that said 'fuck me' even when that wasn't what
Orlando was trying to say.
_+_+_+_+_+
//Good God the boy is actually blushing!//
"Me? Oh I'm always free, free for anything."
//Well that was direct. If he doesn't want this he'll be running for the hills any minute now!//
tbc...
Smelling salts, anyone?
Re: Smelling salts, anyone?
Keep a watching!
Oh and the drugs are prescription...honest! *smirks*
Nixxie