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Title: Cold
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jettabug
Pairing: Dorli (Dominic Monaghan/Orlando Bloom)
Rating: PG-13 for swearing
Feedback: Please!
Author's Notes: This is my first Dorli fic! Witness the miracle, you all thought I'd be a slave to Monaboyd forever, didn't you? Yeah, I thought that too.
Summary: Dom's cold.
Cold
by Jenna
Dominic let his hands linger in the lukewarm wash-up water as he thought of the best way to phrase his question.
He didn’t want to impose, not on Orlando, who had been so nice to offer him a warm meal after an arduous day of filming and snow. No, he didn’t want to impose. But the forty-minute drive home in the steady snowstorm was not looking too appealing.
Plus Orlando was gay. But it wasn’t though that affected Dom in any way. But perhaps Orlando had a thing with letting other men stay over. Especially other gay men.
Dom set the last plate in the dish drainer and watched as Orlando snatched it up and dried it off with his dishcloth, then tucked it away in the cupboard.
“Wanna watch some TV, yeah?” Orlando asked, making his way into his living room.
Dom let the plug out of the sink and dried his hands on his jeans and followed Orlando into the living room, where a roaring fire crackled and 24 played in the background.
“We have…late night news…late night news…late night weather or…late night news.” Orlando gave up looking for a decent program and threw the remote down onto the floor.
“Well, at least we know what the weather is about…fucking cold and fucking snowing,” Dom commented, and Orlando laughed.
“Feel free to stay tonight, man. Don’t want you getting into an accident on the way home.”
Dominic heaved a sigh of relief. “Are you sure? I wouldn’t be imposing?”
Orlando smiled. “Don’t be daft! Hell, I’d even like the company.”
Dom smiled and relaxed into the couch as Orlando fetched the remote, surfing through the channels once again.
They watched the end of an old episode of The Bill and then Orlando stood up and stretched.
“Hate to be a piker, but I’m beat,” he said, scratching his stomach through his shirt. “Fucking bollocked. So, before I pass out from exhaustion, lemme show you the spare room.”
Dom followed Orlando through the apartment. “Blankets in the closet, unfortunately, no heater though, so you’ll have to freeze your nuts off all night.”
“Thanks heaps, man,” Dom said, clapping his friend on the back.
Orlando shrugged. “It’s all good. I’ll see you in the morning, yeah?”
“Yeah.”
“’Night,” Orlando said and left the room, pulling the door closed behind him.
Dom stripped down to his boxers and singlet and grabbed three fairly thick blankets from the closet. He slipped between the cool sheets and piled the blankets around him, in an attempt to keep the cold out.
He curled himself up in a ball and pulled the blankets up under his chin and pressed his eyes closed, willing the biting cold to leave his body.
He fell into a restless sleep.
He woke a few hours later, his body seized up from the cold.
“Shit…” he muttered, stretching his legs out, cringing when he heard his joints crack.
He lay in the bed staring up at the ceiling. With the way he was fairing, he’d be an ice cube by morning.
What am I supposed to do? He asked himself. Go home? Fuck no.
Dom flexed his fingers beneath the blankets, trying to get some feeling back into them.
He threw back the blankets and got the wind knocked out of him as the chilly air hit his body. He stepped out onto the carpet and crept out into the hall, and crossed to Orlando’s bedroom door.
What are you doing? He asked himself. Are you actually gonna go in there and tell Orli you’re cold? Afraid of the dark? You haven’t really thought about this, have you?
Dom ignored the voice in his head and pushed Orlando’s bedroom door open, noticing the neon green numbers on his alarm clock that read 1:14am.
He could feel the change in temperature, just standing in the doorway. Orlando must’ve had the heater cranked right up, because it felt like bliss on Dom’s frozen body.
This is stupid, Dom told himself. Orli is gonna tell you to grow some balls. The last thing he’ll let you do is sleep in his bed… Dom turned to go.
“Hello?”
“Shit Orli, I woke you, I’m sorry.”
Orlando sat up in bed, rubbing his eyes. “Nah, it’s cool…what’s up? You ok?”
Dom inhaled deeply. “Cold, that’s all.”
“Well come on, then,” Orlando motioned, lifting the side of his blankets, gesturing for Dom to get in.
“You sure?”
Orlando smirked. “I’m not going to fuck you, Dom. Though I can if you want. I’m offering a warm bed, ok?”
Dom nodded and crossed the room, slipping into the bed. Electric blanket.
“Shit this is good…” he muttered as his body relaxed into the soft sheets.
“You’re tellin’ me…it’s good for my back in the cold weather.” Orlando said as he lay back down, his hands brushing Dom’s back.
Dom jumped at the contact.
“Calm down, Dom…” Orlando told him. “You haven’t slept with a man before, have you?”
“Uh…like sex?” he swallowed. “No, I haven’t…”
Orlando chuckled. “I wasn’t talking about sex, I was talking about sleeping in the same bed…you haven’t done that?”
Dom shook his head. “I’m sorta new to this whole ‘gay’ thing.”
Orli laughed again. “Well relax, man. I’m not gonna rape you or anything.”
Dominic forced out a laugh. You can if you want. Holy hell where did that come from?
Orlando’s hands massaged Dom’s back. “You need to calm down a bit,” he said, working at the tense knots in his friend’s back. “You’re too nervous.”
“I-uh-this is a little weird for me.”
“Why?”
“Because I’ve never done this before. I mean, I’ve never kissed a bloke before, let alone share a bed with one and let them touch me…”
Orlando withdrew his hands immediately. “Sorry man, I didn’t know.”
“No, I’m not saying I didn’t like it…it’s just that…go slow, ok?”
Orlando smiled and returned his hands to Dom’s back, stroking the skin softly. “We don’t have to do anything, Dom. Really. But you maybe should know I’ve kinda had a thing for you for a while…”
“You have?” Dom asked, surprised.
“Yeah,” Orlando answered, his hands pulling at the flesh on Dom’s shoulders.
“I woulda thought you’d go for someone like Elijah,” Dom said absently, relaxing into Orlando’s touch.
“Elijah?” Orlando snorted. “Love the guy, but really…his idea of a hot date is watching porn and jacking off. Not really what I’m looking for.”
“What are you looking for?” Dom whispered.
“Don’t know, really,” Orlando admitted. “Something more than a casual fuck, I’m sick of doing that. Just someone I can share things with.”
Dom nodded. “I want someone who’s willing to take things slow.”
Orli’s hand skittered over Dom’s sides. “Slow. That’s a word I haven’t been able to apply to my love life in a while.”
“I kinda have a thing for you, too.”
Orlando paused his movements over Dom’s skin. “Really?”
Dom nodded.
Orli smiled and wriggled closer to Dom, wrapping his arms around the man’s waist.
“Orlando?”
“Hmmm?” Orlando replied, closing his eyes and hugged Dom’s back to his front.
“What are you doing?”
Orli smiled. “Hugging you.”
“Oh.”
“Is that ok?”
“Yeah, it is.”
“Good. Just sleep, ok?”
“Ok,” Dom agreed around a yawn. “G’night.”
“’Night,” Orlando whispered, ghosting his lips across Dom’s shoulder.
“Hey Orli?” Dom called, his voice laced with sleep.
“Yeah?”
“I’m not cold anymore.”
Also posted at:jettabug
Author:
jettabugPairing: Dorli (Dominic Monaghan/Orlando Bloom)
Rating: PG-13 for swearing
Feedback: Please!
Author's Notes: This is my first Dorli fic! Witness the miracle, you all thought I'd be a slave to Monaboyd forever, didn't you? Yeah, I thought that too.
Summary: Dom's cold.
by Jenna
Dominic let his hands linger in the lukewarm wash-up water as he thought of the best way to phrase his question.
He didn’t want to impose, not on Orlando, who had been so nice to offer him a warm meal after an arduous day of filming and snow. No, he didn’t want to impose. But the forty-minute drive home in the steady snowstorm was not looking too appealing.
Plus Orlando was gay. But it wasn’t though that affected Dom in any way. But perhaps Orlando had a thing with letting other men stay over. Especially other gay men.
Dom set the last plate in the dish drainer and watched as Orlando snatched it up and dried it off with his dishcloth, then tucked it away in the cupboard.
“Wanna watch some TV, yeah?” Orlando asked, making his way into his living room.
Dom let the plug out of the sink and dried his hands on his jeans and followed Orlando into the living room, where a roaring fire crackled and 24 played in the background.
“We have…late night news…late night news…late night weather or…late night news.” Orlando gave up looking for a decent program and threw the remote down onto the floor.
“Well, at least we know what the weather is about…fucking cold and fucking snowing,” Dom commented, and Orlando laughed.
“Feel free to stay tonight, man. Don’t want you getting into an accident on the way home.”
Dominic heaved a sigh of relief. “Are you sure? I wouldn’t be imposing?”
Orlando smiled. “Don’t be daft! Hell, I’d even like the company.”
Dom smiled and relaxed into the couch as Orlando fetched the remote, surfing through the channels once again.
They watched the end of an old episode of The Bill and then Orlando stood up and stretched.
“Hate to be a piker, but I’m beat,” he said, scratching his stomach through his shirt. “Fucking bollocked. So, before I pass out from exhaustion, lemme show you the spare room.”
Dom followed Orlando through the apartment. “Blankets in the closet, unfortunately, no heater though, so you’ll have to freeze your nuts off all night.”
“Thanks heaps, man,” Dom said, clapping his friend on the back.
Orlando shrugged. “It’s all good. I’ll see you in the morning, yeah?”
“Yeah.”
“’Night,” Orlando said and left the room, pulling the door closed behind him.
Dom stripped down to his boxers and singlet and grabbed three fairly thick blankets from the closet. He slipped between the cool sheets and piled the blankets around him, in an attempt to keep the cold out.
He curled himself up in a ball and pulled the blankets up under his chin and pressed his eyes closed, willing the biting cold to leave his body.
He fell into a restless sleep.
He woke a few hours later, his body seized up from the cold.
“Shit…” he muttered, stretching his legs out, cringing when he heard his joints crack.
He lay in the bed staring up at the ceiling. With the way he was fairing, he’d be an ice cube by morning.
What am I supposed to do? He asked himself. Go home? Fuck no.
Dom flexed his fingers beneath the blankets, trying to get some feeling back into them.
He threw back the blankets and got the wind knocked out of him as the chilly air hit his body. He stepped out onto the carpet and crept out into the hall, and crossed to Orlando’s bedroom door.
What are you doing? He asked himself. Are you actually gonna go in there and tell Orli you’re cold? Afraid of the dark? You haven’t really thought about this, have you?
Dom ignored the voice in his head and pushed Orlando’s bedroom door open, noticing the neon green numbers on his alarm clock that read 1:14am.
He could feel the change in temperature, just standing in the doorway. Orlando must’ve had the heater cranked right up, because it felt like bliss on Dom’s frozen body.
This is stupid, Dom told himself. Orli is gonna tell you to grow some balls. The last thing he’ll let you do is sleep in his bed… Dom turned to go.
“Hello?”
“Shit Orli, I woke you, I’m sorry.”
Orlando sat up in bed, rubbing his eyes. “Nah, it’s cool…what’s up? You ok?”
Dom inhaled deeply. “Cold, that’s all.”
“Well come on, then,” Orlando motioned, lifting the side of his blankets, gesturing for Dom to get in.
“You sure?”
Orlando smirked. “I’m not going to fuck you, Dom. Though I can if you want. I’m offering a warm bed, ok?”
Dom nodded and crossed the room, slipping into the bed. Electric blanket.
“Shit this is good…” he muttered as his body relaxed into the soft sheets.
“You’re tellin’ me…it’s good for my back in the cold weather.” Orlando said as he lay back down, his hands brushing Dom’s back.
Dom jumped at the contact.
“Calm down, Dom…” Orlando told him. “You haven’t slept with a man before, have you?”
“Uh…like sex?” he swallowed. “No, I haven’t…”
Orlando chuckled. “I wasn’t talking about sex, I was talking about sleeping in the same bed…you haven’t done that?”
Dom shook his head. “I’m sorta new to this whole ‘gay’ thing.”
Orli laughed again. “Well relax, man. I’m not gonna rape you or anything.”
Dominic forced out a laugh. You can if you want. Holy hell where did that come from?
Orlando’s hands massaged Dom’s back. “You need to calm down a bit,” he said, working at the tense knots in his friend’s back. “You’re too nervous.”
“I-uh-this is a little weird for me.”
“Why?”
“Because I’ve never done this before. I mean, I’ve never kissed a bloke before, let alone share a bed with one and let them touch me…”
Orlando withdrew his hands immediately. “Sorry man, I didn’t know.”
“No, I’m not saying I didn’t like it…it’s just that…go slow, ok?”
Orlando smiled and returned his hands to Dom’s back, stroking the skin softly. “We don’t have to do anything, Dom. Really. But you maybe should know I’ve kinda had a thing for you for a while…”
“You have?” Dom asked, surprised.
“Yeah,” Orlando answered, his hands pulling at the flesh on Dom’s shoulders.
“I woulda thought you’d go for someone like Elijah,” Dom said absently, relaxing into Orlando’s touch.
“Elijah?” Orlando snorted. “Love the guy, but really…his idea of a hot date is watching porn and jacking off. Not really what I’m looking for.”
“What are you looking for?” Dom whispered.
“Don’t know, really,” Orlando admitted. “Something more than a casual fuck, I’m sick of doing that. Just someone I can share things with.”
Dom nodded. “I want someone who’s willing to take things slow.”
Orli’s hand skittered over Dom’s sides. “Slow. That’s a word I haven’t been able to apply to my love life in a while.”
“I kinda have a thing for you, too.”
Orlando paused his movements over Dom’s skin. “Really?”
Dom nodded.
Orli smiled and wriggled closer to Dom, wrapping his arms around the man’s waist.
“Orlando?”
“Hmmm?” Orlando replied, closing his eyes and hugged Dom’s back to his front.
“What are you doing?”
Orli smiled. “Hugging you.”
“Oh.”
“Is that ok?”
“Yeah, it is.”
“Good. Just sleep, ok?”
“Ok,” Dom agreed around a yawn. “G’night.”
“’Night,” Orlando whispered, ghosting his lips across Dom’s shoulder.
“Hey Orli?” Dom called, his voice laced with sleep.
“Yeah?”
“I’m not cold anymore.”
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