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darknightjess.livejournal.com) wrote in fellowshippers2004-05-12 04:55 pm
The Crest
Title: The Crest
Fandom: LOTR RPS
Rating: PG
Pairing: SB/OB
Disclaimer: Like I really know anything, about anybody... Lies, all lies!! No harm meant!!
Summary: Orlando tells Sean something, Sean isn’t sure he understands, at first.
A/N: Someone helped me with the German in this fic, so if it is dreadfully wrong, I’m sorry!!!!! (I hope this doesn't suck)
He felt a finger softly caress the skin over his ribs; the nail dragging a smooth line of fire across the sensitive skin. He stretched his legs out straight and felt the smooth cool of the sheets against him.
He wondered how long he had been dozing, but didn’t want to exert the energy required to open his eyes, lean up on an elbow and look at the clock on the table. Through his eyelids, he could see the shine of afternoon light from the window next to the bed. He felt the finger return and trace a pattern down his side and onto his chest, rubbing soft slow circles and swirls across his skin, slowing as it ran across a nipple, scratching lightly in the light dusting of golden hairs that ran down the middle of his chest. The exploring hand trailed downward under the sheet and drifted slowly, softly across his cock as it began to twitch to lazy attention.
He smiled and rolled onto his side, tucking his head down into the pillow, a smile playing around his lips as he felt the man next to him shift and turn, the mattress dipping as the warm body curled into him. A strong arm tugged him slightly as a lean leg was draped across his thigh pulling him flush against the smooth body, he felt the arousal of the other man, felt the heat of his erection drag silky smooth and hard against his thigh, heard the catch in the young man’s breathing as he arched against him.
Sean purred a quietly contented sound and nuzzled his face into the moist skin of the man’s neck, smelling the scent of him, like cinnamon and citrus. He opened his eyes and lifted his shaggy blonde head to search out the other’s mouth, stopping as the young man’s voice broke the silence of the room.
“Did you know that the motto for the Prince of Wales is ‘Ich Dien’? It means ‘I Serve’ in German. It’s been used since the 14th century, since The Black Prince, Edward IV. It’s got a crest of three ostrich feathers that were probably used by the family of Edward’s mother, Philippa, but that ‘Ich Dien’ motto, it was part of the crest of the King of Bohemia, nobody really knows how he entered the scene, you know, what his tie to the whole thing was. The same crest and motto are what they still use today though.”
It took a moment for Sean to process the words as they filtered through the syrup thick haze of lust in his brain.
“Um, yea, I – know what the crest looks like. I didn’t know the – uh, history of it though.”
“I serve.” Orlando stated quietly.
Sean leaned up on his elbow and looked at Orlando. The man had rolled to his back and was lying staring at the ceiling, a slight smile on his face.
“Orlando, are you okay?”
“Oh sure. Did you know that I love you in German is ‘Ich liebe dich’?”
“No, I don’t think I did.” Sean said slowly, wondering where this conversation was going and why.
“Yeah, do you know what ‘Ich benötige Sie. Ich wünsche Sie. Ich liebe dich. Ich diene Sie. Nur Sie’, means?”
“No, I don’t speak German, and tell ya the truth, I didn’t know that you did either.”
“I don’t.” Orlando said, as if that explained something, anything. Sean looked closely at him, the young man didn’t appear to have suffered a head injury, and he hadn’t passed out earlier during sex, so Sean didn’t think that Orlando had had a stroke or any such thing. He wondered if he should check his pulse or maybe temperature, but he wasn’t sure.
“Ich benötige Sie. Ich wünsche Sie. Ich liebe dich. Ich diene Sie. Nur Sie.” Orlando said again slowly, as if tasting the words.
Sean ran a hand across the man’s cheek and leaning toward him asked in a husky whisper, “so what does it mean?”
“It means: I need you. I want you. I love you. I serve you. Only you.”
Fandom: LOTR RPS
Rating: PG
Pairing: SB/OB
Disclaimer: Like I really know anything, about anybody... Lies, all lies!! No harm meant!!
Summary: Orlando tells Sean something, Sean isn’t sure he understands, at first.
A/N: Someone helped me with the German in this fic, so if it is dreadfully wrong, I’m sorry!!!!! (I hope this doesn't suck)
He felt a finger softly caress the skin over his ribs; the nail dragging a smooth line of fire across the sensitive skin. He stretched his legs out straight and felt the smooth cool of the sheets against him.
He wondered how long he had been dozing, but didn’t want to exert the energy required to open his eyes, lean up on an elbow and look at the clock on the table. Through his eyelids, he could see the shine of afternoon light from the window next to the bed. He felt the finger return and trace a pattern down his side and onto his chest, rubbing soft slow circles and swirls across his skin, slowing as it ran across a nipple, scratching lightly in the light dusting of golden hairs that ran down the middle of his chest. The exploring hand trailed downward under the sheet and drifted slowly, softly across his cock as it began to twitch to lazy attention.
He smiled and rolled onto his side, tucking his head down into the pillow, a smile playing around his lips as he felt the man next to him shift and turn, the mattress dipping as the warm body curled into him. A strong arm tugged him slightly as a lean leg was draped across his thigh pulling him flush against the smooth body, he felt the arousal of the other man, felt the heat of his erection drag silky smooth and hard against his thigh, heard the catch in the young man’s breathing as he arched against him.
Sean purred a quietly contented sound and nuzzled his face into the moist skin of the man’s neck, smelling the scent of him, like cinnamon and citrus. He opened his eyes and lifted his shaggy blonde head to search out the other’s mouth, stopping as the young man’s voice broke the silence of the room.
“Did you know that the motto for the Prince of Wales is ‘Ich Dien’? It means ‘I Serve’ in German. It’s been used since the 14th century, since The Black Prince, Edward IV. It’s got a crest of three ostrich feathers that were probably used by the family of Edward’s mother, Philippa, but that ‘Ich Dien’ motto, it was part of the crest of the King of Bohemia, nobody really knows how he entered the scene, you know, what his tie to the whole thing was. The same crest and motto are what they still use today though.”
It took a moment for Sean to process the words as they filtered through the syrup thick haze of lust in his brain.
“Um, yea, I – know what the crest looks like. I didn’t know the – uh, history of it though.”
“I serve.” Orlando stated quietly.
Sean leaned up on his elbow and looked at Orlando. The man had rolled to his back and was lying staring at the ceiling, a slight smile on his face.
“Orlando, are you okay?”
“Oh sure. Did you know that I love you in German is ‘Ich liebe dich’?”
“No, I don’t think I did.” Sean said slowly, wondering where this conversation was going and why.
“Yeah, do you know what ‘Ich benötige Sie. Ich wünsche Sie. Ich liebe dich. Ich diene Sie. Nur Sie’, means?”
“No, I don’t speak German, and tell ya the truth, I didn’t know that you did either.”
“I don’t.” Orlando said, as if that explained something, anything. Sean looked closely at him, the young man didn’t appear to have suffered a head injury, and he hadn’t passed out earlier during sex, so Sean didn’t think that Orlando had had a stroke or any such thing. He wondered if he should check his pulse or maybe temperature, but he wasn’t sure.
“Ich benötige Sie. Ich wünsche Sie. Ich liebe dich. Ich diene Sie. Nur Sie.” Orlando said again slowly, as if tasting the words.
Sean ran a hand across the man’s cheek and leaning toward him asked in a husky whisper, “so what does it mean?”
“It means: I need you. I want you. I love you. I serve you. Only you.”