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Title: Discovery
Author: Captain Daisyshine (Hitchcock_Princess182@hotmail.com)
Pairing: DaveOrli
Rating: NC-17
Plot: Ha-ha. Oh wait, you weren't joking were you? Well, you’re in luck; no plot here. Just beautiful men.
Series: Er, no. Not really. This is the promised companion piece to "Fireproof."
Disclaimer: These sexy, sexy men do not belong to me. They belong to themselves. I cries a sad cry.
Warnings: Mansex.
Archive: Well, sure! Drop me a line!
Feedback: is too sexy for words.
Notes: This is the first slash I've written involving anyone other than Viggo, Orlando, and/ or Sean Bean. I hope it's all right. And, uh, my beta is still on vacation.
Dedication: Razzle Dazzle and pureanimal, lilypossibly (begging gets you everywhere ;D), Caitlin the Cure-ious, ariadni, moblo413, my dirty sidekick (yay fiancées!), and all my other slashy pals.
Orlando sat slumped down in the front seat of his rented car, feet propped up on the dashboard, chewing thoughtfully on his lower lip, musing.
So. Dave Wenham fancied him.
Orli had had his eye on the older man for what felt like forever, fantasising about him and sneaking glances when he was sure no one was watching. But he had never dreamed Dave might be watching back.
Beanie was the one who had told Orlando that Dave had a crush on him, and while Sean was rather given to teasing, he wouldn't lie about something like that. So Orlando had to decide what his next move was going to be. He had dropped Sean off at home and driven around for a while before pulling over to ponder his options. The only one that seemed to make any sense was to drive to Dave's house, knock on his door, admit to his own feelings in a mature, non-threatening manner and see what happened. (The other options included climbing into David's house through a bathroom window in the hopes of catching him in the altogether, going home and getting really ridiculously drunk and hiring a hooker, or just sitting there. None of these sounded especially promising.)
Okay, Bloom, you can do this. Just take a couple of deep breaths and try not to be spastic. Orli turned on the engine and drove over to Dave's place. Steeling himself for what might turn out to be one of the more embarrassing confessions he'd ever made, he swallowed his fears, his pride, and a bit of slightly Guinness-flavoured saliva and walked up the path to the front door.
He knocked.
Dave answered, wearing nothing but a towel and his digital watch. Orli found it somewhat odd that he had noticed the digital watch, what with the whole sexy expanse of naked DaveChest. It looked pretty nifty, however. The watch, that is.
"Orli! What're you doing here?" Dave appeared pleasantly surprised, Orli thought, which boded well.
"Er, I was just, uh, in the neighbourhood... or something... and thought I'd... stop by?" Oh, God, Orli, you're a fucking idiot. Why don't you just drool all over him and get it over with? Dave looked a bit bemused, but happily so.
"Well, come on in! Uh, I should put some clothes; I'll be right back. Have a seat," Dave said, gesturing towards the couch and walking back towards his bedroom.
Well. That could have been amazingly embarrassing. Dave unwrapped his towel and dropped it, exposing his erection. He opened his drawer and pulled out a shirt, deferring thinking of what to do about his, ahem, *problem* for the time being. Then he thought of Orlando, sitting on the couch in his living room, just two rooms away, thought of walking in there now and watching Orlando's eyes grow wide with shock, imagined Orlando pulling down his own trousers and letting Dave fuck him... Sometime during this decidedly dirty train of thought, Dave's hand had drifted down to his cock, which was clamouring for release. Oh God, that was better...
"David?"
Fuck. Oh, fuck.
"Oh, shit, I'm so sorry! God, I didn't mean to walk in on..." Orlando trailed off. The sight was too stunning for words. There was Dave, cock jutting proudly and leaking from the tip, strawberry-blond hair spiky and messy, lips parted as he breathed in sighs and gasps, eyes dark with lust. In the end, Orlando decided, it was the eyes that did him in.
Slowly, fluidly, moving as if in a trance, Orlando advanced on Dave.
In reality, it was Dave whose eyes expanded, growing wide and worried and wild, then baffled and bewildered as Orlando knelt in front of him. Orli smirked up at Dave before moving his head forward and engulfing Dave’s aching cock in the warm wet heat of his mouth. David let out a long, low, guttural moan and threaded his fingers into the stripe of soft brown on the top of Orlando’s head. He tried to restrain himself, to keep from grabbing the back of the boy’s skull and thrusting wildly. He didn’t want to come this way, anyway, though his cock certainly seemed to feel differently as Orli licked at the underside along the vein there.
“God, Orlando! Stop…” Orli pulled back and looked up at him with scared eyes. Dave shook his head. “You aren’t doing anything wrong; just the opposite, in fact. But I was wondering-” Dave crimsoned. Orli’s eyes grew wider and a smile tugged at the corners of his shiny, wet lips.
“Dave, what would you say if I said I wanted you to fuck me?” Orli asked. Dave gulped. Orli smiled shyly as he shrugged out of his clothes. Standing naked in front of Dave, he leaned forward to kiss the other man’s lips. Dave moaned and grabbed the back of Orlando’s head, pulling him closer, so close.
“I’d say… I’ve got… supplies… in the nightstand draw-- er,” Dave replied between frenzied kisses. Orli smiled against his friend’s mouth and drew back, searching the aforementioned drawer for its promised contents.
“Eureka!” he cried, holding up one little foil-wrapped packet and a small tube triumphantly. Dave just looked horny, Orli’s joke lost on him. “C’mere,” Orli commanded, and David obeyed, allowing Orli to roll the condom onto him and slick up his cock with lube, trying very hard not to just throw the boy down and shag him senseless. Then Orlando stood and purred into Dave’s ear, “Ready to fuck me ‘til I can’t sit for a week?”
David moaned harshly. “Don’t you need… preparation?”
Orli shook his head. “This isn’t my first time, David. Right now I just need you to ram your cock up my arse so far I can taste your come in my throat.” Dave uttered a strangled cry and threw Orlando down onto the bed. But Orli was having none of it. He flipped Dave over and straddled his hips. Biting his lip, Orlando raised himself over David’s erection, positioning at his entrance. Slowly, he lowered himself until he was sitting flush against Dave’s thighs. The colour was high in his cheeks, and he was breathing heavily. Dave squirmed beneath him helplessly, gasping for breath and trying his damnedest not to pass out at the unbelievably intense hot tightness that gripped his cock. Suddenly, he could feel Orli relax. “Move, David,” Orlando moaned. How could Dave do anything but obey? He thrust his hips upwards slightly. “Ohhh, fuck!”
“Jesus fucking Christ, Orli,” Dave panted, “you’re so tight.” Orlando groaned and began to raise and lower himself over David’s cock.
"Oh, fuck, Dave," Orlando gasped, as Dave shifted his hips to hit Orlando's prostate head on. Orli leaned down and kissed the other man's neck, his lips, his eyes, then sat back and rode Dave shamelessly, bouncing up and down at breakneck speed, tossing his head side to side and squeezing his eyes shut tightly. "Fuck, I'm going to-" Orli choked on his words and came hard, jets of creamy white shooting out over David's chest and inner muscles clamping down on David's cock. Dave moaned and came, too, Orli still rocking over him.
Orli collapsed forward onto Dave's chest and smiled against the other man's body. Dave smiled as well. Orli didn't say anything, but Sean Bean was going to get a big fucking fruit basket.
Author: Captain Daisyshine (Hitchcock_Princess182@hotmail.com)
Pairing: DaveOrli
Rating: NC-17
Plot: Ha-ha. Oh wait, you weren't joking were you? Well, you’re in luck; no plot here. Just beautiful men.
Series: Er, no. Not really. This is the promised companion piece to "Fireproof."
Disclaimer: These sexy, sexy men do not belong to me. They belong to themselves. I cries a sad cry.
Warnings: Mansex.
Archive: Well, sure! Drop me a line!
Feedback: is too sexy for words.
Notes: This is the first slash I've written involving anyone other than Viggo, Orlando, and/ or Sean Bean. I hope it's all right. And, uh, my beta is still on vacation.
Dedication: Razzle Dazzle and pureanimal, lilypossibly (begging gets you everywhere ;D), Caitlin the Cure-ious, ariadni, moblo413, my dirty sidekick (yay fiancées!), and all my other slashy pals.
Orlando sat slumped down in the front seat of his rented car, feet propped up on the dashboard, chewing thoughtfully on his lower lip, musing.
So. Dave Wenham fancied him.
Orli had had his eye on the older man for what felt like forever, fantasising about him and sneaking glances when he was sure no one was watching. But he had never dreamed Dave might be watching back.
Beanie was the one who had told Orlando that Dave had a crush on him, and while Sean was rather given to teasing, he wouldn't lie about something like that. So Orlando had to decide what his next move was going to be. He had dropped Sean off at home and driven around for a while before pulling over to ponder his options. The only one that seemed to make any sense was to drive to Dave's house, knock on his door, admit to his own feelings in a mature, non-threatening manner and see what happened. (The other options included climbing into David's house through a bathroom window in the hopes of catching him in the altogether, going home and getting really ridiculously drunk and hiring a hooker, or just sitting there. None of these sounded especially promising.)
Okay, Bloom, you can do this. Just take a couple of deep breaths and try not to be spastic. Orli turned on the engine and drove over to Dave's place. Steeling himself for what might turn out to be one of the more embarrassing confessions he'd ever made, he swallowed his fears, his pride, and a bit of slightly Guinness-flavoured saliva and walked up the path to the front door.
He knocked.
Dave answered, wearing nothing but a towel and his digital watch. Orli found it somewhat odd that he had noticed the digital watch, what with the whole sexy expanse of naked DaveChest. It looked pretty nifty, however. The watch, that is.
"Orli! What're you doing here?" Dave appeared pleasantly surprised, Orli thought, which boded well.
"Er, I was just, uh, in the neighbourhood... or something... and thought I'd... stop by?" Oh, God, Orli, you're a fucking idiot. Why don't you just drool all over him and get it over with? Dave looked a bit bemused, but happily so.
"Well, come on in! Uh, I should put some clothes; I'll be right back. Have a seat," Dave said, gesturing towards the couch and walking back towards his bedroom.
Well. That could have been amazingly embarrassing. Dave unwrapped his towel and dropped it, exposing his erection. He opened his drawer and pulled out a shirt, deferring thinking of what to do about his, ahem, *problem* for the time being. Then he thought of Orlando, sitting on the couch in his living room, just two rooms away, thought of walking in there now and watching Orlando's eyes grow wide with shock, imagined Orlando pulling down his own trousers and letting Dave fuck him... Sometime during this decidedly dirty train of thought, Dave's hand had drifted down to his cock, which was clamouring for release. Oh God, that was better...
"David?"
Fuck. Oh, fuck.
"Oh, shit, I'm so sorry! God, I didn't mean to walk in on..." Orlando trailed off. The sight was too stunning for words. There was Dave, cock jutting proudly and leaking from the tip, strawberry-blond hair spiky and messy, lips parted as he breathed in sighs and gasps, eyes dark with lust. In the end, Orlando decided, it was the eyes that did him in.
Slowly, fluidly, moving as if in a trance, Orlando advanced on Dave.
In reality, it was Dave whose eyes expanded, growing wide and worried and wild, then baffled and bewildered as Orlando knelt in front of him. Orli smirked up at Dave before moving his head forward and engulfing Dave’s aching cock in the warm wet heat of his mouth. David let out a long, low, guttural moan and threaded his fingers into the stripe of soft brown on the top of Orlando’s head. He tried to restrain himself, to keep from grabbing the back of the boy’s skull and thrusting wildly. He didn’t want to come this way, anyway, though his cock certainly seemed to feel differently as Orli licked at the underside along the vein there.
“God, Orlando! Stop…” Orli pulled back and looked up at him with scared eyes. Dave shook his head. “You aren’t doing anything wrong; just the opposite, in fact. But I was wondering-” Dave crimsoned. Orli’s eyes grew wider and a smile tugged at the corners of his shiny, wet lips.
“Dave, what would you say if I said I wanted you to fuck me?” Orli asked. Dave gulped. Orli smiled shyly as he shrugged out of his clothes. Standing naked in front of Dave, he leaned forward to kiss the other man’s lips. Dave moaned and grabbed the back of Orlando’s head, pulling him closer, so close.
“I’d say… I’ve got… supplies… in the nightstand draw-- er,” Dave replied between frenzied kisses. Orli smiled against his friend’s mouth and drew back, searching the aforementioned drawer for its promised contents.
“Eureka!” he cried, holding up one little foil-wrapped packet and a small tube triumphantly. Dave just looked horny, Orli’s joke lost on him. “C’mere,” Orli commanded, and David obeyed, allowing Orli to roll the condom onto him and slick up his cock with lube, trying very hard not to just throw the boy down and shag him senseless. Then Orlando stood and purred into Dave’s ear, “Ready to fuck me ‘til I can’t sit for a week?”
David moaned harshly. “Don’t you need… preparation?”
Orli shook his head. “This isn’t my first time, David. Right now I just need you to ram your cock up my arse so far I can taste your come in my throat.” Dave uttered a strangled cry and threw Orlando down onto the bed. But Orli was having none of it. He flipped Dave over and straddled his hips. Biting his lip, Orlando raised himself over David’s erection, positioning at his entrance. Slowly, he lowered himself until he was sitting flush against Dave’s thighs. The colour was high in his cheeks, and he was breathing heavily. Dave squirmed beneath him helplessly, gasping for breath and trying his damnedest not to pass out at the unbelievably intense hot tightness that gripped his cock. Suddenly, he could feel Orli relax. “Move, David,” Orlando moaned. How could Dave do anything but obey? He thrust his hips upwards slightly. “Ohhh, fuck!”
“Jesus fucking Christ, Orli,” Dave panted, “you’re so tight.” Orlando groaned and began to raise and lower himself over David’s cock.
"Oh, fuck, Dave," Orlando gasped, as Dave shifted his hips to hit Orlando's prostate head on. Orli leaned down and kissed the other man's neck, his lips, his eyes, then sat back and rode Dave shamelessly, bouncing up and down at breakneck speed, tossing his head side to side and squeezing his eyes shut tightly. "Fuck, I'm going to-" Orli choked on his words and came hard, jets of creamy white shooting out over David's chest and inner muscles clamping down on David's cock. Dave moaned and came, too, Orli still rocking over him.
Orli collapsed forward onto Dave's chest and smiled against the other man's body. Dave smiled as well. Orli didn't say anything, but Sean Bean was going to get a big fucking fruit basket.