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fellowshippers2002-10-19 06:54 pm
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Fuck Buddy, 6/6, RPS Fic, Craig/Orli, NC-17
Title: Fuck Buddy 6/6
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.
When Craig thrust hard and fast the end, Orlando made a small sound--but was
still too lost in his own climax to much care that it hurt a bit. His eyes
fluttered slightly as Craig pulled out of him, trying to get control of
himself again. A startled yelp came from him when Craig smacked his arse. It
didn't hurt, just surprised him.
When Craig wrapped his arms around him, Orlando pressed close--so many
fantasies coming true in such a short time.
"It hurts," Orlando managed with a soft chuckle "it was amazing...."
_+_+_+_+_+
Craig chuckled too, he knew pain so much worse than this from sex,
but it was all good pain, and the pleasure always outweighed it in
the end. "Yeah it hurts. You'll be just fine again in a couple of
days." He smirked, thinking. "I hope you haven't got any horse riding
scenes this week is all!" He looked down at the sated man, moved Orli
till his chin rested on his chest, looked at the still flushed face,
the still glazed eyes. "And yeah, it is pretty amazing huh!"
_+_+_+_+_+
Orlando snuggled in as he was moved, liking how he fit against Craig's body.
Was this really happening? Had it really happened?
"I don't think I have any horseback riding, but I never know from day to day
any more than any one else does...."
_+_+_+_+_+
He glanced over at the clock, it was getting late. "How about a nice
shower for us, eh? Can't let you go home all sweaty!" He reached down
to kiss Orli's cute nose. "I'll even wash your back. How does that
sound?"
_+_+_+_+_+
The shower sounded like a really nice idea--a shower with Craig? Like he
would ever turn that down? But he frowned a bit confusedly when he said 'go
home' as if it was something he would be doing very shortly indeed.
"Home?" he repeated. Maybe his mind was still just sex fogged.
_+_+_+_+_+
Craig got out of bed quickly, picking up his dirty clothes and shoving them in the laundry bin, folding Orlando's and putting them on a chair, "Oh it's alright, I'll phone a taxi for you, can't have you walking the streets alone at this time of night eh! PJ'd have my guts! Anyway, come on you, shower time yes?" He grinned broadly and knelt on the end of the bed, arm reached out to Orlando to help him up, He knew the poor guy would have a few aches and kinks to wear out in the shower, didn't really want him going home all achy. When Craig did someone he liked to think of it as an all round service, sex, shower, pat on the bum on the way out the door, the whole hog.
"I'll see if I can find some nice aromatherapy shower gel, it's good for relaxing your muscles down after all that sweaty sex."
_+_+_+_+_+
Orlando didn't take the offered arm yet, his cheeks colouring. Craig was
really going to just put him in a cab and send him on his way? He had to be
joking right...
The rumours came back to taunt Orlando though. ~You knew this was going to
happen, they warned you in their own way~
"I thought..." Orlando began, then stopped, not really sure how to say what he
wanted without sounding pathetic. "That I could stay the night, I mean..."
~Nice try, but you still sound pathetic~ the little voice in the back of his
mind taunted. ~You just got used, big time. You never will forget it, will
you?~
If he was being tossed out into a cab after this, he didn't want to stick
around any longer for a shower. How foolish was he for thinking that Craig
felt *any* of what he felt, that this was going to be more than what just
happened...he had just seemed so gentle and caring...and..
~Gah! Idiot...~
_+_+_+_+_+
"Oh, God Orli I'm so sorry...I..." Craig sat on the bed, look of apology on his face. "I thought you knew. With Elijah and all. I..."
He reached out a hand to Orlando, balancing it gently on one knee, "I don't do mornings. I just do nights." He sighed, looking straight at Orli. "I'm a fuck buddy, a one-night-stander. Hell, I'm the set bike if you want to see it that way. I thought you realised. Elijah knew. He came to me asking for one night of passion. And I gave it to him. You came with me willingly so I thought..."
"I do care for you Orli. You're a good bloke." Craig smiled, trying to lighten the mood, "And a fucking good shag. And you can stay here for a nap after I shower you if you want." He squeezed the knee gently. "But you can't be here in the morning when I wake up. Okay?"
"Now lets go get you showered and cleaned up. And then you can decide."
_+_+_+_+_+
Orlando pulled his knee away when Craig laid a hand on it. He didn't want
Craig touching him now, he'd been such a fool. He *should* have listened to
Elijah and the others. Naive would be a good word for it.
Showered and cleaned up and then decide? Oh no, Orlando had already decided.
He didn't want to be here any longer--Craig could say he cared all he wanted,
but it wasn't like Orli wanted him to, and he couldn't shake the feeling that
the only reason he was here at all was because he was the first piece of ass
that Craig ran into that said yes.
Getting up off the bed, gingerly as he was more than a little sore, Orlando
started casting around for his clothes, saying nothing yet, not trusting
himself to speak.
_+_+_+_+_+
"Oh Orlando, I am sorry." He looked up as the man started putting his clothes on. Craig sighed. He had had no idea Orli was like this. He thought he understood what this evening was. He got up from the bed, pulling on a silky pair of boxers quickly, know the man would need some space.
_+_+_+_+_+
"No, you aren't," Orlando said--maybe that comment was a little unfair, but
Craig couldn't possibly be sorry in the way Orlando wanted him to be. In a
way that would make him let him stay, though Orlando wasn't sure he wanted to
stay now. "You got what you wanted, and I should have known better."
_+_+_+_+_+
"I'll call you a taxi." Craig said, trying to meet Orlando's eyes. He walked quickly down the open stairway and through the living space to the front door. He picked up the intercom and asked George to call a taxi, chatting aimlessly to him whilst Orlando got dressed, leaning against the door.
_+_+_+_+_+
Orlando dressed quickly and made his way downstairs, unable to even meet
Craig's eyes now. He started for the door, just wanting to get away, to get
home if this was to be the end of the night. He just couldn't take a nice
cozy shower with Craig now, only to be sent out the door with a pat on the
head and the arse.
_+_+_+_+_+
Hanging up the phone Craig turned to Orli with apologetic eyes. True he had got what he'd wanted that evening.
But so had Orli.
"The taxi will be at the main door for you, George will put you in it." He didn't really know what else to say. Everyone that he was usually with, anyone who came here or to a hotel with Craig knew exactly what they were getting, what they were getting into. He drew back slightly, hand on the door, starting to open it. "Believe me Orli. I didn't want tonight to end this way. I thought we were both getting what we wanted, what we needed here tonight. And I am sorry."
He opened the door.
_+_+_+_+_+
Orlando paused, feeling like maybe he should say something, but he had
nothing to say. That wasn't true though, he did--just perhaps nothing that
he wished to say at the moment, it wouldn't be fair. Though Orli didn't
feel overly much like being fair, perhaps Craig was right--he should have
known better, he was the fool here.
"We didn't," was all he said, before moving from the apartment, unable to
stay any longer.
The cab didn't take long to arrive and soon Orlando was in it, though he had
to sit gingerly, watching the scenery pass as it took him to his house. The
first thing he did when he got home was shower--idly letting his mind wonder
what would have happened if he had just taken the shower with Craig. Could
he have changed the man's mind? Or would it have just made him feel even
worse?
Switching off the water, Orlando tried to push those thoughts away--feeling
exhausted and rather hung over, he didn't crawl into bed yet, instead he
went out to sit on the beach for a while, watching the waves crashing on the
sand.
_+_+_+_+_+
Craig slumped against the door as it loudly clicked shut. //Oh. Fuck!//
Pushing himself off and up towards the stairs he mused over the night, or at least what he had thought was a fun de-flowering with a mate.
//Maybe he expected more from me...but Elijah must have told him that's not how I operate...//
The boxers slid off, snaking silkily to the floor and then a toe reached out to flick them into the laundry basket gracefully, padding quietly into the bathroom, leaning in to turn on the shower full force.
//But then maybe he didn't. What if Orli thought.....//
The water sluiced over him, letting his thoughts still, his mind and body soothed as sex sweat and dirt washed themselves down the drain...thoughts forgotten.
Almost.
tbc....in Bitch Buddy
FB if you liked the series and want more...nix@nixxie.co.uk + kejazofi@wolfenet.com
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.
When Craig thrust hard and fast the end, Orlando made a small sound--but was
still too lost in his own climax to much care that it hurt a bit. His eyes
fluttered slightly as Craig pulled out of him, trying to get control of
himself again. A startled yelp came from him when Craig smacked his arse. It
didn't hurt, just surprised him.
When Craig wrapped his arms around him, Orlando pressed close--so many
fantasies coming true in such a short time.
"It hurts," Orlando managed with a soft chuckle "it was amazing...."
_+_+_+_+_+
Craig chuckled too, he knew pain so much worse than this from sex,
but it was all good pain, and the pleasure always outweighed it in
the end. "Yeah it hurts. You'll be just fine again in a couple of
days." He smirked, thinking. "I hope you haven't got any horse riding
scenes this week is all!" He looked down at the sated man, moved Orli
till his chin rested on his chest, looked at the still flushed face,
the still glazed eyes. "And yeah, it is pretty amazing huh!"
_+_+_+_+_+
Orlando snuggled in as he was moved, liking how he fit against Craig's body.
Was this really happening? Had it really happened?
"I don't think I have any horseback riding, but I never know from day to day
any more than any one else does...."
_+_+_+_+_+
He glanced over at the clock, it was getting late. "How about a nice
shower for us, eh? Can't let you go home all sweaty!" He reached down
to kiss Orli's cute nose. "I'll even wash your back. How does that
sound?"
_+_+_+_+_+
The shower sounded like a really nice idea--a shower with Craig? Like he
would ever turn that down? But he frowned a bit confusedly when he said 'go
home' as if it was something he would be doing very shortly indeed.
"Home?" he repeated. Maybe his mind was still just sex fogged.
_+_+_+_+_+
Craig got out of bed quickly, picking up his dirty clothes and shoving them in the laundry bin, folding Orlando's and putting them on a chair, "Oh it's alright, I'll phone a taxi for you, can't have you walking the streets alone at this time of night eh! PJ'd have my guts! Anyway, come on you, shower time yes?" He grinned broadly and knelt on the end of the bed, arm reached out to Orlando to help him up, He knew the poor guy would have a few aches and kinks to wear out in the shower, didn't really want him going home all achy. When Craig did someone he liked to think of it as an all round service, sex, shower, pat on the bum on the way out the door, the whole hog.
"I'll see if I can find some nice aromatherapy shower gel, it's good for relaxing your muscles down after all that sweaty sex."
_+_+_+_+_+
Orlando didn't take the offered arm yet, his cheeks colouring. Craig was
really going to just put him in a cab and send him on his way? He had to be
joking right...
The rumours came back to taunt Orlando though. ~You knew this was going to
happen, they warned you in their own way~
"I thought..." Orlando began, then stopped, not really sure how to say what he
wanted without sounding pathetic. "That I could stay the night, I mean..."
~Nice try, but you still sound pathetic~ the little voice in the back of his
mind taunted. ~You just got used, big time. You never will forget it, will
you?~
If he was being tossed out into a cab after this, he didn't want to stick
around any longer for a shower. How foolish was he for thinking that Craig
felt *any* of what he felt, that this was going to be more than what just
happened...he had just seemed so gentle and caring...and..
~Gah! Idiot...~
_+_+_+_+_+
"Oh, God Orli I'm so sorry...I..." Craig sat on the bed, look of apology on his face. "I thought you knew. With Elijah and all. I..."
He reached out a hand to Orlando, balancing it gently on one knee, "I don't do mornings. I just do nights." He sighed, looking straight at Orli. "I'm a fuck buddy, a one-night-stander. Hell, I'm the set bike if you want to see it that way. I thought you realised. Elijah knew. He came to me asking for one night of passion. And I gave it to him. You came with me willingly so I thought..."
"I do care for you Orli. You're a good bloke." Craig smiled, trying to lighten the mood, "And a fucking good shag. And you can stay here for a nap after I shower you if you want." He squeezed the knee gently. "But you can't be here in the morning when I wake up. Okay?"
"Now lets go get you showered and cleaned up. And then you can decide."
_+_+_+_+_+
Orlando pulled his knee away when Craig laid a hand on it. He didn't want
Craig touching him now, he'd been such a fool. He *should* have listened to
Elijah and the others. Naive would be a good word for it.
Showered and cleaned up and then decide? Oh no, Orlando had already decided.
He didn't want to be here any longer--Craig could say he cared all he wanted,
but it wasn't like Orli wanted him to, and he couldn't shake the feeling that
the only reason he was here at all was because he was the first piece of ass
that Craig ran into that said yes.
Getting up off the bed, gingerly as he was more than a little sore, Orlando
started casting around for his clothes, saying nothing yet, not trusting
himself to speak.
_+_+_+_+_+
"Oh Orlando, I am sorry." He looked up as the man started putting his clothes on. Craig sighed. He had had no idea Orli was like this. He thought he understood what this evening was. He got up from the bed, pulling on a silky pair of boxers quickly, know the man would need some space.
_+_+_+_+_+
"No, you aren't," Orlando said--maybe that comment was a little unfair, but
Craig couldn't possibly be sorry in the way Orlando wanted him to be. In a
way that would make him let him stay, though Orlando wasn't sure he wanted to
stay now. "You got what you wanted, and I should have known better."
_+_+_+_+_+
"I'll call you a taxi." Craig said, trying to meet Orlando's eyes. He walked quickly down the open stairway and through the living space to the front door. He picked up the intercom and asked George to call a taxi, chatting aimlessly to him whilst Orlando got dressed, leaning against the door.
_+_+_+_+_+
Orlando dressed quickly and made his way downstairs, unable to even meet
Craig's eyes now. He started for the door, just wanting to get away, to get
home if this was to be the end of the night. He just couldn't take a nice
cozy shower with Craig now, only to be sent out the door with a pat on the
head and the arse.
_+_+_+_+_+
Hanging up the phone Craig turned to Orli with apologetic eyes. True he had got what he'd wanted that evening.
But so had Orli.
"The taxi will be at the main door for you, George will put you in it." He didn't really know what else to say. Everyone that he was usually with, anyone who came here or to a hotel with Craig knew exactly what they were getting, what they were getting into. He drew back slightly, hand on the door, starting to open it. "Believe me Orli. I didn't want tonight to end this way. I thought we were both getting what we wanted, what we needed here tonight. And I am sorry."
He opened the door.
_+_+_+_+_+
Orlando paused, feeling like maybe he should say something, but he had
nothing to say. That wasn't true though, he did--just perhaps nothing that
he wished to say at the moment, it wouldn't be fair. Though Orli didn't
feel overly much like being fair, perhaps Craig was right--he should have
known better, he was the fool here.
"We didn't," was all he said, before moving from the apartment, unable to
stay any longer.
The cab didn't take long to arrive and soon Orlando was in it, though he had
to sit gingerly, watching the scenery pass as it took him to his house. The
first thing he did when he got home was shower--idly letting his mind wonder
what would have happened if he had just taken the shower with Craig. Could
he have changed the man's mind? Or would it have just made him feel even
worse?
Switching off the water, Orlando tried to push those thoughts away--feeling
exhausted and rather hung over, he didn't crawl into bed yet, instead he
went out to sit on the beach for a while, watching the waves crashing on the
sand.
_+_+_+_+_+
Craig slumped against the door as it loudly clicked shut. //Oh. Fuck!//
Pushing himself off and up towards the stairs he mused over the night, or at least what he had thought was a fun de-flowering with a mate.
//Maybe he expected more from me...but Elijah must have told him that's not how I operate...//
The boxers slid off, snaking silkily to the floor and then a toe reached out to flick them into the laundry basket gracefully, padding quietly into the bathroom, leaning in to turn on the shower full force.
//But then maybe he didn't. What if Orli thought.....//
The water sluiced over him, letting his thoughts still, his mind and body soothed as sex sweat and dirt washed themselves down the drain...thoughts forgotten.
Almost.
tbc....in Bitch Buddy
FB if you liked the series and want more...nix@nixxie.co.uk + kejazofi@wolfenet.com