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Fuck Buddy, 3/6, RPS Fic, Craig/Orli, NC-17
Title: Fuck Buddy 3/6
Author: Nixxie + Gypsy
Pairing: Craig/Orli
Rating: NC-17
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 took hold of Orlando's hand again, led him to the front door and sliced a swipe card through the electronic door lock to open it.
Walking through the opulent foyer he grinned at the security guy behind his desk, "Evening, George!" He smirked. George and all the rest of the guys knew pretty much what Craig was by now, seeing him with a different person most nights, "How's the missus?"
"Just fine thank you, Mr. Parker, she's got over the cold now and says thanks for the chocolates you sent, very nice she said. Bit of a cute one that, isn't he?" George asked, grin on his face as the two walked through the elevator doors.
"That he is George, that he is!" Craig smiled as he slammed the doors shut behind them and pushed Orlando into a corner of the rectangular lift, pressing the button for the top floor and sinking back into the opposite corner, just watching, breathing, taking in everything that was Orlando. Craig knew that if he jumped him here he'd never get out of the lift vertical, the young man's smile was way too distracting.
_+_+_+_+_+
Orlando blushed at the exchange between George and Craig, talking about him
as if he wasn't there. He said nothing though, taking in the nice digs.
But he wasn't surprised, no one was in a dump that had been put up due to
the film.
Once in the lift, Orlando leaned against the wall where he had been pushed,
half hoping Craig would all but attack him like he had in the cab, but it
didn't happen. The ride up gave him a few moments to collect himself
though--eyes glued on the numbers ticking off floors. What had he gotten
himself in to? He needed more alcohol, much more alcohol. And his pants
felt too tight now, Craig having had such an affect on his body.
_+_+_+_+_+
They got to the fourteenth floor with only twice Craig having to restrain himself from jumping the poor guy. Orlando looked just about ready to faint, or cum, or both. //Total sensory overload, the poor chap! Defiantly needs a stiff drink before I give him anything else stiff to play with!//
Craig pulled open the doors, walked over to Orlando and hooked one finger under his chin, pulling him out into the corridor, leading him to a stop and walking back, slamming the door home, and walking in front of Orlando to the door he was facing, swiping his key and pushing the door open, walking through.
_+_+_+_+_+
Orlando let Craig lead him, though he did have a bit more control of himself
now--at least outwardly. Inside he was still ready to just melt where he
stood.
_+_+_+_+_+
"Welcome to Chez Craig!" He joked, walking in and pulling off his jacket, hanging it on a stand. The apartment was lush to say the least, penthouse open layout loft style, all pine and chrome and glass and blue. Very masculine and very clean and organised. On the lower level was a bar, lounging area with a wall mounted Flat screen TV, a kitchen at the back and balcony over looking the city. A huge open staircase led up through the middle of the place, led up to a huge comfy bed and a good sized bathroom with a good sized bath.
Craig liked to live in comfort and was able to do it. He walked to the bar, leaving Orlando behind him. "Fancy a drink?" he asked, walking behind it.
_+_+_+_+_+
"Nice," Orlando breathed, turning a complete circle as he took in the
apartment--eyes drifting up to the loft where he knew the bedroom had to be.
But it was the balcony that soon drew his attention. He drifted towards the
door almost without realising--Craig's voice pulling him up short.
A drink? God yes.
"Please," Orlando said, continuing to the door to the balcony. "I think I
could use another. Do you mind?" He indicated the door.
_+_+_+_+_+
"Go right ahead, the view is delightful at this time of night" Craig poured two drinks, one quite alcoholic the other not quite so. //should do nicely, get him intoxicated enough for me to have my oh-so wicked way with him but still leave him in control of himself to keep going all night.//
_+_+_+_+_+
With permission granted, Orlando opened the balcony and stepped out, leaving
the door open a bit for Craig to follow. He leaned on the railing, looking
out over the harbour. It was beautiful, peaceful--helped him get even
further control of himself, calm his raging insides. Orlando couldn't
believe he was really here, really doing this--though they hadn't done much
yet.
_+_+_+_+_+
He handed the stronger one to Orlando as he joined him on the balcony, stepping calmly through the sliding doors. "There's the harbour," He started, easy conversation flowing lightly from his lips as he leant against the steel railing ledge, body angled more towards Orlando though, attention all on him. "I get fantastic morning sunrises over it, the light just glints off the water like gold. But now it's all peaceful moonlight and silvery starlight." His voice lowered, got more seductive "It suits you." He smiled.
_+_+_+_+_+
Straightening up a bit as Craig came out, Orlando felt the calm he
had managed to grasp at quickly slipping away--just being close to the
man...when he took the glass, his fingers brushed Craig's and the young man
shivered at the feel--it was like electricity firing straight into him and
going directly to his groin.
Sipping the drink--alright, taking a very large gulp of the drink--Orlando
followed Craig's indications, looking out at the sight again. It was very
beautiful...Orlando loved the moon and loved the way it was reflecting--he
liked how things looked under a full moon...all gossamer and glowing.
Craig's last comment made Orlando blush though, leading to another healthy
draught of the drink. He glanced at Craig again, smiling.
"Thank you," he said, turning fully to the man now, attention focused solely
on Craig. Orlando liked how the moonlight looked on him too, much like the
bay--almost ethereal...this felt all so strange. Too much dreaming and
fantasizing...now the real thing felt surreal.
_+_+_+_+_+
Craig didn't so much move as was suddenly right by Orlando's side, one set of fingers lightly entwining themselves through dark curls. The seductive tone continued, voice low but never needy, telling but never asking. "Finish your drink and we'll go back in. Get out of this brisk night air to somewhere much warmer." Craig's eyes flitted up through the big plate glass windows to the upper level and his bedroom area, letting Orlando's eyes get the message. Then eyes dropped again, gazed at Orlando with such intensity, almost to brand.
_+_+_+_+_+
A soft gasp when Craig was so close, so fast. That command went straight to
his groin...nearly making him tremble. The flick of the man's eyes weren't
lost on him when they moved to the bedroom window. Taking a step back,
needing the space for a moment, to think, to breath.
_+_+_+_+_+
Craig breathed against Orlando's neck, closer still again, no contact yet, not teasing though. Just reminding the young man he was here, telling him what he'd come here for. //I wonder how supple you actually are? I wonder if I'll make it to the bedroom with you for the first time, or fuck you on the stairs like I did that guy last week. What was his name? Mark? Another Elf anyway. I think I'll have lots of fun finding out!//
_+_+_+_+_+
He downed the drink in nearly one tilt, hoping it would calm his
nerves--Craig was much too close, not close enough.
"Alright..." he murmured.
_+_+_+_+_+
Craig deftly took the glass from Orlando's hand, putting it and his mostly untouched one down on a side table before turning back him, facing him square on and smiling, one side of his mouth turning up more and brought his hand back up to the man's chin, finger hooking under, pulling him forwards as he walked backwards through the door, letting it slide shut behind them.
_+_+_+_+_+
Orlando had no choice but to follow, though it was exactly what he wanted at
the moment. His brain was addled, so he let Craig lead. His mouth felt
much too dry again and his knees much too weak.
_+_+_+_+_+
As soon as he crossed the threshold back into the room his lips were upon Orlando's again, searing this time, full of promise and lust and the desire to take. He walked around furniture like it he'd taken this path many a time till he got to the bottom of the open wood and metal staircase going up through the middle of the room to the upper level. He let go of Orlando's chin, let go of his moist lips, and took two steps backwards up the stairs, crooking his finger to the waiting Orlando, waiting for him to follow.
_+_+_+_+_+
Lost in the moment, Orlando kissed back, still letting Craig lead him,
trusting that the man would navigate them through the room. When the kiss
finally broke, Orlando nearly fell over. He took a deep, very shakey
breath, looking at Craig on the steps.
There was only a moment of hesitation, eyes flicking up to the top of the
stairs, before Orlando obeyed, following after Craig.
_+_+_+_+_+
Craig walked backwards with ease, never taking his eyes off Orlando as he followed, almost nervous look on his face. He walked step by step up the stairs, his feet and mind knew the way easily. He smiled with eyes and face as Orlando followed him, looking like a lamb off to slaughter. //And he does, doesn't he! Methinks the man might still be only a boy.// He reached the top, he turned, leaned sideways on the top post of the stair case, gazing at the boy with querying eyes, looking deep into soul. Reached out with one arm and grabbed his top, pulled him close and closer still till they breathed each others scent, lips almost touching but not quite.
_+_+_+_+_+
Orlando felt light headed, thrown slightly off balance as Craig pulled him
close with force again, eyes focused on those lips, nearly trying to push
forward so that they met again, wanting to taste Craig again, needing the
kiss. His arms hung at his sides, not coming up to grab the man yet, to
slide around him.
_+_+_+_+_+
"You have done this before haven't you Orlando? Been fucked senseless by another guy, I mean."
_+_+_+_+_+
"I..." he began, looking down to the man's lips again, licking his own,
mouth feeling too dry. "No." It was a soft word, nearly breathed, barely
there. "No."
_+_+_+_+_+
"Then tonight my boy I shall make you a man. You desire this don't you..." He asked but hardly a question, really a statement. "You ache for this. And I am here to quell that ache for you..." He pushed Orlando roughly back, stopped him just at the edge of the top of the stairs, turned, and walked up to the edge of the large black satin sheeted bed, pulling his top off over his head and flinging it onto a chair before turning bare chest almost glowing in the subdued lighting, arms out by his thighs, palms forward in a gesture of trust, surrender almost. "And all you have to do is ask. Ask me to take you."
_+_+_+_+_+
Orlando would have lost his balance had Craig not stopped him. Large dark
eyes followed Craig as he moved over to the bed, followed every movement as
he exposed his chest. ~Oh god~ Orlando's mind reeled. ~It's really
happening.~
Tentatively, Orlando took a step forward, towards Craig, though he stopped
when the man said he but had to ask. Ask? Would it all prove to be some
joke then, when he asked? To only be laughed at? Orlando tried to shake
those thoughts away, tearing his eyes from Craig's chest, moving to his
face.
Another few, rather unsteady steps, the slightest of nods. Could he say it
though.
"Yes," he said after a moment, his voice sounding strange even to his own
ears. "T-take me..." So uncertain--a voice that never left his own head,
never manifesting into actual speech. But here it was.
_+_+_+_+_+
And take he did, swooping down upon the boy he held his body tight as lips clashed, arms wrapped around not letting hardly a breath be taken as he took and took again, poured himself over this boy, but never tongue, only lips, only mouth and jaw and then finally lower as he forced his thigh between shaking knees, rubbed against Orlando's groin, fire sparking in his own body.
Tbc....
Author: Nixxie + Gypsy
Pairing: Craig/Orli
Rating: NC-17
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 took hold of Orlando's hand again, led him to the front door and sliced a swipe card through the electronic door lock to open it.
Walking through the opulent foyer he grinned at the security guy behind his desk, "Evening, George!" He smirked. George and all the rest of the guys knew pretty much what Craig was by now, seeing him with a different person most nights, "How's the missus?"
"Just fine thank you, Mr. Parker, she's got over the cold now and says thanks for the chocolates you sent, very nice she said. Bit of a cute one that, isn't he?" George asked, grin on his face as the two walked through the elevator doors.
"That he is George, that he is!" Craig smiled as he slammed the doors shut behind them and pushed Orlando into a corner of the rectangular lift, pressing the button for the top floor and sinking back into the opposite corner, just watching, breathing, taking in everything that was Orlando. Craig knew that if he jumped him here he'd never get out of the lift vertical, the young man's smile was way too distracting.
_+_+_+_+_+
Orlando blushed at the exchange between George and Craig, talking about him
as if he wasn't there. He said nothing though, taking in the nice digs.
But he wasn't surprised, no one was in a dump that had been put up due to
the film.
Once in the lift, Orlando leaned against the wall where he had been pushed,
half hoping Craig would all but attack him like he had in the cab, but it
didn't happen. The ride up gave him a few moments to collect himself
though--eyes glued on the numbers ticking off floors. What had he gotten
himself in to? He needed more alcohol, much more alcohol. And his pants
felt too tight now, Craig having had such an affect on his body.
_+_+_+_+_+
They got to the fourteenth floor with only twice Craig having to restrain himself from jumping the poor guy. Orlando looked just about ready to faint, or cum, or both. //Total sensory overload, the poor chap! Defiantly needs a stiff drink before I give him anything else stiff to play with!//
Craig pulled open the doors, walked over to Orlando and hooked one finger under his chin, pulling him out into the corridor, leading him to a stop and walking back, slamming the door home, and walking in front of Orlando to the door he was facing, swiping his key and pushing the door open, walking through.
_+_+_+_+_+
Orlando let Craig lead him, though he did have a bit more control of himself
now--at least outwardly. Inside he was still ready to just melt where he
stood.
_+_+_+_+_+
"Welcome to Chez Craig!" He joked, walking in and pulling off his jacket, hanging it on a stand. The apartment was lush to say the least, penthouse open layout loft style, all pine and chrome and glass and blue. Very masculine and very clean and organised. On the lower level was a bar, lounging area with a wall mounted Flat screen TV, a kitchen at the back and balcony over looking the city. A huge open staircase led up through the middle of the place, led up to a huge comfy bed and a good sized bathroom with a good sized bath.
Craig liked to live in comfort and was able to do it. He walked to the bar, leaving Orlando behind him. "Fancy a drink?" he asked, walking behind it.
_+_+_+_+_+
"Nice," Orlando breathed, turning a complete circle as he took in the
apartment--eyes drifting up to the loft where he knew the bedroom had to be.
But it was the balcony that soon drew his attention. He drifted towards the
door almost without realising--Craig's voice pulling him up short.
A drink? God yes.
"Please," Orlando said, continuing to the door to the balcony. "I think I
could use another. Do you mind?" He indicated the door.
_+_+_+_+_+
"Go right ahead, the view is delightful at this time of night" Craig poured two drinks, one quite alcoholic the other not quite so. //should do nicely, get him intoxicated enough for me to have my oh-so wicked way with him but still leave him in control of himself to keep going all night.//
_+_+_+_+_+
With permission granted, Orlando opened the balcony and stepped out, leaving
the door open a bit for Craig to follow. He leaned on the railing, looking
out over the harbour. It was beautiful, peaceful--helped him get even
further control of himself, calm his raging insides. Orlando couldn't
believe he was really here, really doing this--though they hadn't done much
yet.
_+_+_+_+_+
He handed the stronger one to Orlando as he joined him on the balcony, stepping calmly through the sliding doors. "There's the harbour," He started, easy conversation flowing lightly from his lips as he leant against the steel railing ledge, body angled more towards Orlando though, attention all on him. "I get fantastic morning sunrises over it, the light just glints off the water like gold. But now it's all peaceful moonlight and silvery starlight." His voice lowered, got more seductive "It suits you." He smiled.
_+_+_+_+_+
Straightening up a bit as Craig came out, Orlando felt the calm he
had managed to grasp at quickly slipping away--just being close to the
man...when he took the glass, his fingers brushed Craig's and the young man
shivered at the feel--it was like electricity firing straight into him and
going directly to his groin.
Sipping the drink--alright, taking a very large gulp of the drink--Orlando
followed Craig's indications, looking out at the sight again. It was very
beautiful...Orlando loved the moon and loved the way it was reflecting--he
liked how things looked under a full moon...all gossamer and glowing.
Craig's last comment made Orlando blush though, leading to another healthy
draught of the drink. He glanced at Craig again, smiling.
"Thank you," he said, turning fully to the man now, attention focused solely
on Craig. Orlando liked how the moonlight looked on him too, much like the
bay--almost ethereal...this felt all so strange. Too much dreaming and
fantasizing...now the real thing felt surreal.
_+_+_+_+_+
Craig didn't so much move as was suddenly right by Orlando's side, one set of fingers lightly entwining themselves through dark curls. The seductive tone continued, voice low but never needy, telling but never asking. "Finish your drink and we'll go back in. Get out of this brisk night air to somewhere much warmer." Craig's eyes flitted up through the big plate glass windows to the upper level and his bedroom area, letting Orlando's eyes get the message. Then eyes dropped again, gazed at Orlando with such intensity, almost to brand.
_+_+_+_+_+
A soft gasp when Craig was so close, so fast. That command went straight to
his groin...nearly making him tremble. The flick of the man's eyes weren't
lost on him when they moved to the bedroom window. Taking a step back,
needing the space for a moment, to think, to breath.
_+_+_+_+_+
Craig breathed against Orlando's neck, closer still again, no contact yet, not teasing though. Just reminding the young man he was here, telling him what he'd come here for. //I wonder how supple you actually are? I wonder if I'll make it to the bedroom with you for the first time, or fuck you on the stairs like I did that guy last week. What was his name? Mark? Another Elf anyway. I think I'll have lots of fun finding out!//
_+_+_+_+_+
He downed the drink in nearly one tilt, hoping it would calm his
nerves--Craig was much too close, not close enough.
"Alright..." he murmured.
_+_+_+_+_+
Craig deftly took the glass from Orlando's hand, putting it and his mostly untouched one down on a side table before turning back him, facing him square on and smiling, one side of his mouth turning up more and brought his hand back up to the man's chin, finger hooking under, pulling him forwards as he walked backwards through the door, letting it slide shut behind them.
_+_+_+_+_+
Orlando had no choice but to follow, though it was exactly what he wanted at
the moment. His brain was addled, so he let Craig lead. His mouth felt
much too dry again and his knees much too weak.
_+_+_+_+_+
As soon as he crossed the threshold back into the room his lips were upon Orlando's again, searing this time, full of promise and lust and the desire to take. He walked around furniture like it he'd taken this path many a time till he got to the bottom of the open wood and metal staircase going up through the middle of the room to the upper level. He let go of Orlando's chin, let go of his moist lips, and took two steps backwards up the stairs, crooking his finger to the waiting Orlando, waiting for him to follow.
_+_+_+_+_+
Lost in the moment, Orlando kissed back, still letting Craig lead him,
trusting that the man would navigate them through the room. When the kiss
finally broke, Orlando nearly fell over. He took a deep, very shakey
breath, looking at Craig on the steps.
There was only a moment of hesitation, eyes flicking up to the top of the
stairs, before Orlando obeyed, following after Craig.
_+_+_+_+_+
Craig walked backwards with ease, never taking his eyes off Orlando as he followed, almost nervous look on his face. He walked step by step up the stairs, his feet and mind knew the way easily. He smiled with eyes and face as Orlando followed him, looking like a lamb off to slaughter. //And he does, doesn't he! Methinks the man might still be only a boy.// He reached the top, he turned, leaned sideways on the top post of the stair case, gazing at the boy with querying eyes, looking deep into soul. Reached out with one arm and grabbed his top, pulled him close and closer still till they breathed each others scent, lips almost touching but not quite.
_+_+_+_+_+
Orlando felt light headed, thrown slightly off balance as Craig pulled him
close with force again, eyes focused on those lips, nearly trying to push
forward so that they met again, wanting to taste Craig again, needing the
kiss. His arms hung at his sides, not coming up to grab the man yet, to
slide around him.
_+_+_+_+_+
"You have done this before haven't you Orlando? Been fucked senseless by another guy, I mean."
_+_+_+_+_+
"I..." he began, looking down to the man's lips again, licking his own,
mouth feeling too dry. "No." It was a soft word, nearly breathed, barely
there. "No."
_+_+_+_+_+
"Then tonight my boy I shall make you a man. You desire this don't you..." He asked but hardly a question, really a statement. "You ache for this. And I am here to quell that ache for you..." He pushed Orlando roughly back, stopped him just at the edge of the top of the stairs, turned, and walked up to the edge of the large black satin sheeted bed, pulling his top off over his head and flinging it onto a chair before turning bare chest almost glowing in the subdued lighting, arms out by his thighs, palms forward in a gesture of trust, surrender almost. "And all you have to do is ask. Ask me to take you."
_+_+_+_+_+
Orlando would have lost his balance had Craig not stopped him. Large dark
eyes followed Craig as he moved over to the bed, followed every movement as
he exposed his chest. ~Oh god~ Orlando's mind reeled. ~It's really
happening.~
Tentatively, Orlando took a step forward, towards Craig, though he stopped
when the man said he but had to ask. Ask? Would it all prove to be some
joke then, when he asked? To only be laughed at? Orlando tried to shake
those thoughts away, tearing his eyes from Craig's chest, moving to his
face.
Another few, rather unsteady steps, the slightest of nods. Could he say it
though.
"Yes," he said after a moment, his voice sounding strange even to his own
ears. "T-take me..." So uncertain--a voice that never left his own head,
never manifesting into actual speech. But here it was.
_+_+_+_+_+
And take he did, swooping down upon the boy he held his body tight as lips clashed, arms wrapped around not letting hardly a breath be taken as he took and took again, poured himself over this boy, but never tongue, only lips, only mouth and jaw and then finally lower as he forced his thigh between shaking knees, rubbed against Orlando's groin, fire sparking in his own body.
Tbc....