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Fuck Buddy, 2/6, RPS Fic, Craig/Orli, R
Title: Fuck Buddy 2/6
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.
Orlando blinked, not having really expected so blunt a statement,
though he realised he shouldn't have been surprised. His large brown
eyes looked rather owlish for a moment until he recovered. A sly
smile spread across his face again, alcohol making him bolder in the
area he was always so shy.
"Anything, you say?"
Perhaps what the hobbits had been saying about Craig was true after
all. But was that a good or bad thing?
_+_+_+_+_+
Craig idly thought that Orlando was drunk and maybe he shouldn't be doing this, but then he thought again. He'd fucked many a drunken mate before and they'd always been fine with it, always. Craig was nothing if not as good as his word. And his word was exceptional. This Orlando, he was different in a way though, strikingly beautiful and probably worshipped by many from afar. If he really wanted he could pull half the people in the bar with as little effort as it took Craig. Just a smile really. Orlando's smile was something else too, it said so much without saying a thing.
_+_+_+_+_+
Orlando might regret it in the morning, but he didn't care right now,
couldn't care--not with the object of his lust and obsession over
these past months standing before him, giving him the attention he
had been dreaming about. He'd deal with regret after it came, or
maybe he would get lucky and it wouldn't come.
He never did quite realise the effect he had on people. Orlando knew
he wasn't ugly, not really, but the way people gravitated to him just
wasn't something he grasped, or gave overly much thought about.
_+_+_+_+_+
Craig moved his body back, just a fraction, wanting to see how Orli would react, wanting to see if he would take the bait and move in closer.
_+_+_+_+_+
There was no conscious thought, it just happened. When Craig moved
back, Orlando shifted closer, closing the distance that had been put
between them. Nature abhors a vacuum after all. Except having drank
a bit too much already, the distance had gotten even smaller. This
was much too close, yet not close enough. Orlando felt his breath
quicken just a bit, heart speeding up at their nearness.
~What are you doing?~ his mind screamed. But Orlando effectively
bound and gagged that part of his personality for the moment. Fuck
thought, just do...
God bless alcohol.
_+_+_+_+_+
//Oh he's willing alright, now lets just see if he's willing...and able.//
_+_+_+_+_+
More able than he probably cared to be at this point. Orlando
watched Craig, tongue darting out to moisten his lips again.
_+_+_+_+_+
"Anything, anything at all...just name it and it's yours."
_+_+_+_+_+
Groaning inwardly, a groan that almost made it outwardly, Orlando's
body reacted even more strongly, blood rushing straight to his
groin. He was a little less self assured when he uttered the next
word, a soft repetition of Craig's own:
"Anything?"
_+_+_+_+_+
Craig saw the almost nervousness in Orlando's face, felt the heat kick in and the speedy breathing. //Time for blunt and direct I think, the night is young. if he's not up for it there's people a plenty for me to fuck senseless before the dawn light hits.// He licked his lips, first the top then the bottom before worrying his tongue a little at the corner. //Want to see how practised this tongue is? Just say what I want to hear.//
_+_+_+_+_+
Orlando couldn't tear his eyes from those lips, that tongue making
it's way along the soft flesh. It would be so easy to lean in
further, close the distance....
Then Craig was moving and all thought left Orlando.
_+_+_+_+_+
He leaned in, put his wettened lips right by Orlando's ear and whispered the time old chat-up line that melted minds and fled straight to groins, "So...Your place or mine?" And then placed the smallest lightest of teasing kisses on the neck just below ear before pulling back, sipping drink to await the answer.
_+_+_+_+_+
Another blink of dark, owlish eyes. Was he really doing this? Had
Craig really just asked...? Had he really just done...?
"Yours," Orlando said almost before he had realised it, mind still
reeling from the briefest contact.
_+_+_+_+_+
//Bingo! Ready, willing and able!//
He trailed ever so light fingertips down one of Orlando's sleeves, dipping onto palm before clasping tight and pulling himself fully back, letting his drink be drained and put back on the bar, taking Orlando's mostly empty glass from him and placing it on the bar next to it with a small chink as they touched. "Come on then...the night is young." //And I'm going to spend most of it up your cute little arse.//
_+_+_+_+_+
Orlando jumped when Craig's grip tightened on him, eyes moving down
to the hand that lay against his, then back up to Craig's handsome
face. He had to get control of himself, of his senses, stop just
being pulled along--looking as eager and apprehensive as he actually
was.
_+_+_+_+_+
He pulled the arm, and therefore the rest of Orlando and mostly dragged him from the bar, a few knowing looks and some smirks falling their way, and quite a few wishful glances. He nodded to the nearest taxi in the rank who popped open the door and he pushed Orlando in front of him before following, sitting calmly, leaning back almost into the corner of the seat and facing Orlando before telling the driver his address - Whilst staring straight at Orlando, never letting the gaze drop, letting him know exactly what he'd just let himself in for.
//Oh my pretty, but you are going to be a fun lay.//
_+_+_+_+_+
The world seemed spinning out of control as Orlando felt himself
dragged from the bar, not even noticing the exchanged glances of
those gathered. His full attention was where Craig's body met his,
dragging him to what Orlando knew would be the night of his life, for
ill or good.
Unable to tear away from Craig's gaze, Orlando wondered if it would
make a difference to the man if he knew that he'd never been with
another guy--or would it just make him even more determined for this
to happen?
Now was no time for second thoughts, Orlando knew that--eyes moving
from Craig's to focus on his lips, then down his body. His cock was
already painfully hard in his own pants from the simple interaction.
~God, get a grip Orli~ he scolded himself, managing to find some of
the (outward at least) self assurance he had had earlier, trying to
calm himself--goofy grin gracing his face again.
_+_+_+_+_+
The taxi sped through the night streets, Craig looked at the luminous dial on the dashboard 09:07 it blinked in green. //Oh time enough for lots of fun before I have to chuck you out.//
He looked back at Orlando who was sitting looking more than tipsy and a little afraid almost. //I wonder if he does know what he's got himself into here? I mean, surely Elijah would have talked, after what we did together after all...//
_+_+_+_+_+
Orlando had no idea, not really. He had fantasies and thoughts and some of
the conversations of the hobbits, but he had mostly not listened to them, at
least not taken them seriously. Oh he had listened, and their talk had
fuelled more than one fantasy that ended with Orlando cumming with visions of
Craig instead of his girlfriend--make that ex-girlfriend. But no, Orlando
had no real idea.
_+_+_+_+_+
A grin traced over Craig's face, lustful and devilish. He crooked his finger towards Orlando, wanting him to make the next move properly, to make sure this *was* what Orlando wanted.
_+_+_+_+_+
That look... ~Predatory~ Orlando thought to himself. Though, he supposed
that made sense. Orlando had no illusions that he was in control here.
None at all. Part of him railed against that, hated not having
control--another part was quite content to let Craig do this, do *whatever*
to him...so long as it involved him touching him and preferably them both
being naked and....
~Okay, get a grip, you've not even left the cab~ he scolded, realising Craig
expected some sort of response. Finding swallowing quite hard, Orlando's
tongue darted out to his lips again, almost nervously as he slid closer on
the seat.
_+_+_+_+_+
//That'll do nicely!//
Craig thought idly and reached out his hand, gripping the young man's chin hard and pulling the whole body towards him, making him practically fall into his lap, and pressing their lips together hard in a fast furious, totally mind numbing kiss that sent shocks to Craig's feet and started his toes tingling and twitching. Lips locked and duelled as Craig pushed his tongue straight in, not asking just demanding and getting and taking. He fucked the mouth with his tongue, his lapping over Orlando's tongue till the tingles between them burned like fire.
_+_+_+_+_+
Orlando could have fallen into that kiss--in fact, he did. At first he
vainly attempted to fight for dominance in the kiss--from habit. Then he
realised that it was useless, reminding himself of his realisation that he
had no control in this situation. So, he gave in--letting Craig do as he
would--kissing back but no longer trying to fight. One hand came up to grip
the wrist of Craig's hand, which held his face--feeling the hardness between
the man's legs as he was pulled into his lap as he was--his own cock jumping
in response. The rest of the world faded--the cab, the cab driver, all of
it. His sole world was focused on Craig and this kiss, their lips, their
tongues.....
_+_+_+_+_+
And then he stopped. Pulled back. And pushed Orlando away just as they pulled up to the bottom of his apartment tower.
_+_+_+_+_+
Orlando almost whimpered when the kiss broke and Craig pushed him away so
suddenly, so roughly. He blinked, a bit confused, trying to collect his
thoughts--trying to have *any* thought.
_+_+_+_+_+
He leant over and handed the driver some bills and a good tip and got out of the cab, leant his arm on the doorframe, waiting for Orlando to get his wits back and follow him.
_+_+_+_+_+
It took Orlando a moment, but finally he slid out--managing to remain
graceful even as his mind still reeled. He couldn't look at Craig now,
instead he looked up at the building, wondering what Craig's home would be
like. And realising he didn't really care......
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.
Orlando blinked, not having really expected so blunt a statement,
though he realised he shouldn't have been surprised. His large brown
eyes looked rather owlish for a moment until he recovered. A sly
smile spread across his face again, alcohol making him bolder in the
area he was always so shy.
"Anything, you say?"
Perhaps what the hobbits had been saying about Craig was true after
all. But was that a good or bad thing?
_+_+_+_+_+
Craig idly thought that Orlando was drunk and maybe he shouldn't be doing this, but then he thought again. He'd fucked many a drunken mate before and they'd always been fine with it, always. Craig was nothing if not as good as his word. And his word was exceptional. This Orlando, he was different in a way though, strikingly beautiful and probably worshipped by many from afar. If he really wanted he could pull half the people in the bar with as little effort as it took Craig. Just a smile really. Orlando's smile was something else too, it said so much without saying a thing.
_+_+_+_+_+
Orlando might regret it in the morning, but he didn't care right now,
couldn't care--not with the object of his lust and obsession over
these past months standing before him, giving him the attention he
had been dreaming about. He'd deal with regret after it came, or
maybe he would get lucky and it wouldn't come.
He never did quite realise the effect he had on people. Orlando knew
he wasn't ugly, not really, but the way people gravitated to him just
wasn't something he grasped, or gave overly much thought about.
_+_+_+_+_+
Craig moved his body back, just a fraction, wanting to see how Orli would react, wanting to see if he would take the bait and move in closer.
_+_+_+_+_+
There was no conscious thought, it just happened. When Craig moved
back, Orlando shifted closer, closing the distance that had been put
between them. Nature abhors a vacuum after all. Except having drank
a bit too much already, the distance had gotten even smaller. This
was much too close, yet not close enough. Orlando felt his breath
quicken just a bit, heart speeding up at their nearness.
~What are you doing?~ his mind screamed. But Orlando effectively
bound and gagged that part of his personality for the moment. Fuck
thought, just do...
God bless alcohol.
_+_+_+_+_+
//Oh he's willing alright, now lets just see if he's willing...and able.//
_+_+_+_+_+
More able than he probably cared to be at this point. Orlando
watched Craig, tongue darting out to moisten his lips again.
_+_+_+_+_+
"Anything, anything at all...just name it and it's yours."
_+_+_+_+_+
Groaning inwardly, a groan that almost made it outwardly, Orlando's
body reacted even more strongly, blood rushing straight to his
groin. He was a little less self assured when he uttered the next
word, a soft repetition of Craig's own:
"Anything?"
_+_+_+_+_+
Craig saw the almost nervousness in Orlando's face, felt the heat kick in and the speedy breathing. //Time for blunt and direct I think, the night is young. if he's not up for it there's people a plenty for me to fuck senseless before the dawn light hits.// He licked his lips, first the top then the bottom before worrying his tongue a little at the corner. //Want to see how practised this tongue is? Just say what I want to hear.//
_+_+_+_+_+
Orlando couldn't tear his eyes from those lips, that tongue making
it's way along the soft flesh. It would be so easy to lean in
further, close the distance....
Then Craig was moving and all thought left Orlando.
_+_+_+_+_+
He leaned in, put his wettened lips right by Orlando's ear and whispered the time old chat-up line that melted minds and fled straight to groins, "So...Your place or mine?" And then placed the smallest lightest of teasing kisses on the neck just below ear before pulling back, sipping drink to await the answer.
_+_+_+_+_+
Another blink of dark, owlish eyes. Was he really doing this? Had
Craig really just asked...? Had he really just done...?
"Yours," Orlando said almost before he had realised it, mind still
reeling from the briefest contact.
_+_+_+_+_+
//Bingo! Ready, willing and able!//
He trailed ever so light fingertips down one of Orlando's sleeves, dipping onto palm before clasping tight and pulling himself fully back, letting his drink be drained and put back on the bar, taking Orlando's mostly empty glass from him and placing it on the bar next to it with a small chink as they touched. "Come on then...the night is young." //And I'm going to spend most of it up your cute little arse.//
_+_+_+_+_+
Orlando jumped when Craig's grip tightened on him, eyes moving down
to the hand that lay against his, then back up to Craig's handsome
face. He had to get control of himself, of his senses, stop just
being pulled along--looking as eager and apprehensive as he actually
was.
_+_+_+_+_+
He pulled the arm, and therefore the rest of Orlando and mostly dragged him from the bar, a few knowing looks and some smirks falling their way, and quite a few wishful glances. He nodded to the nearest taxi in the rank who popped open the door and he pushed Orlando in front of him before following, sitting calmly, leaning back almost into the corner of the seat and facing Orlando before telling the driver his address - Whilst staring straight at Orlando, never letting the gaze drop, letting him know exactly what he'd just let himself in for.
//Oh my pretty, but you are going to be a fun lay.//
_+_+_+_+_+
The world seemed spinning out of control as Orlando felt himself
dragged from the bar, not even noticing the exchanged glances of
those gathered. His full attention was where Craig's body met his,
dragging him to what Orlando knew would be the night of his life, for
ill or good.
Unable to tear away from Craig's gaze, Orlando wondered if it would
make a difference to the man if he knew that he'd never been with
another guy--or would it just make him even more determined for this
to happen?
Now was no time for second thoughts, Orlando knew that--eyes moving
from Craig's to focus on his lips, then down his body. His cock was
already painfully hard in his own pants from the simple interaction.
~God, get a grip Orli~ he scolded himself, managing to find some of
the (outward at least) self assurance he had had earlier, trying to
calm himself--goofy grin gracing his face again.
_+_+_+_+_+
The taxi sped through the night streets, Craig looked at the luminous dial on the dashboard 09:07 it blinked in green. //Oh time enough for lots of fun before I have to chuck you out.//
He looked back at Orlando who was sitting looking more than tipsy and a little afraid almost. //I wonder if he does know what he's got himself into here? I mean, surely Elijah would have talked, after what we did together after all...//
_+_+_+_+_+
Orlando had no idea, not really. He had fantasies and thoughts and some of
the conversations of the hobbits, but he had mostly not listened to them, at
least not taken them seriously. Oh he had listened, and their talk had
fuelled more than one fantasy that ended with Orlando cumming with visions of
Craig instead of his girlfriend--make that ex-girlfriend. But no, Orlando
had no real idea.
_+_+_+_+_+
A grin traced over Craig's face, lustful and devilish. He crooked his finger towards Orlando, wanting him to make the next move properly, to make sure this *was* what Orlando wanted.
_+_+_+_+_+
That look... ~Predatory~ Orlando thought to himself. Though, he supposed
that made sense. Orlando had no illusions that he was in control here.
None at all. Part of him railed against that, hated not having
control--another part was quite content to let Craig do this, do *whatever*
to him...so long as it involved him touching him and preferably them both
being naked and....
~Okay, get a grip, you've not even left the cab~ he scolded, realising Craig
expected some sort of response. Finding swallowing quite hard, Orlando's
tongue darted out to his lips again, almost nervously as he slid closer on
the seat.
_+_+_+_+_+
//That'll do nicely!//
Craig thought idly and reached out his hand, gripping the young man's chin hard and pulling the whole body towards him, making him practically fall into his lap, and pressing their lips together hard in a fast furious, totally mind numbing kiss that sent shocks to Craig's feet and started his toes tingling and twitching. Lips locked and duelled as Craig pushed his tongue straight in, not asking just demanding and getting and taking. He fucked the mouth with his tongue, his lapping over Orlando's tongue till the tingles between them burned like fire.
_+_+_+_+_+
Orlando could have fallen into that kiss--in fact, he did. At first he
vainly attempted to fight for dominance in the kiss--from habit. Then he
realised that it was useless, reminding himself of his realisation that he
had no control in this situation. So, he gave in--letting Craig do as he
would--kissing back but no longer trying to fight. One hand came up to grip
the wrist of Craig's hand, which held his face--feeling the hardness between
the man's legs as he was pulled into his lap as he was--his own cock jumping
in response. The rest of the world faded--the cab, the cab driver, all of
it. His sole world was focused on Craig and this kiss, their lips, their
tongues.....
_+_+_+_+_+
And then he stopped. Pulled back. And pushed Orlando away just as they pulled up to the bottom of his apartment tower.
_+_+_+_+_+
Orlando almost whimpered when the kiss broke and Craig pushed him away so
suddenly, so roughly. He blinked, a bit confused, trying to collect his
thoughts--trying to have *any* thought.
_+_+_+_+_+
He leant over and handed the driver some bills and a good tip and got out of the cab, leant his arm on the doorframe, waiting for Orlando to get his wits back and follow him.
_+_+_+_+_+
It took Orlando a moment, but finally he slid out--managing to remain
graceful even as his mind still reeled. He couldn't look at Craig now,
instead he looked up at the building, wondering what Craig's home would be
like. And realising he didn't really care......
Tbc....