Glitter - Part 5

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Title: Glitter (Part 5 of 13)
Posted: pending
Type: Real People/Crossover Slash
Author: deleerium
Pairing: Orlando Bloom/Elijah Wood/Hugh Grant
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Monte Carlo. The picnic. The casino. Leather pants.
Warnings: Motorcycle sex. Addictions. Showing off.
Disclaimer: here
Notes: Super thanks to the world’s best beta, summerfly. Would also like to give a gracious nod to the genius creators of the Shimmer and Flicker universe which was a source of inspiration. Shimmer and Flicker can be found here: http://www.secret-panel.net/shimflick/index.html. [READ IT! It’s unbelievably fantastic.]
Additional Disclaimers: Though the Glitter characters have similar background circumstances to the ShimFlick universe, I've dramatically altered their personalities and futures. [ShimFlick hookerverse fanfic'd with respect but without permission]

“Fuck, Orli. Stop moaning like that or I’m gonna fuck you right here.”

Orli’s only response to Elijah’s growl was a strangled chuckle and another low moan as he thrust his hips into Elijah’s hand. The same hand that had unzipped Orli’s jeans and was rubbing the wet tip of his erection with teasing fingers. The young men were still straddling the road-hot motorcycle.

“Oh, yes…that’s something I’d like to watch.”

Elijah lifted his head from biting the damp skin of Orli’s neck to glare at Hugh. “It’s rented, Hugh…”

“I don’t fucking care. Do you, Orlando?”

Orli opened his eyes to mere slits behind the dark film of his sunglasses. Elijah’s hands were alternately rubbing at his now aching erection and sliding up under his shirt to pinch and flick across the hyper-sensitive peaks of his tight nipples.

“God, fuck, no. Fuck, Lij…” Orli’s head arched back over Elijah’s neck at a sudden firm stroke of his hard length. He moaned again, his legs splayed wide on either side of the hot bike, his hands digging into the sides of Elijah’s thighs still pressed against his legs.

Hugh was across the grass in a heartbeat. “Have you ever come on the back of a motorcycle, Orlando?”

“Fuck. N…no…”

“I thought not.”

Hugh flipped off Orli’s sunglasses, grabbed him by the hair, tilted the dark head back and thrust his tongue deep into the hot, moaning mouth. Orli reached out with one hand to clutch at Hugh’s sleeve, turning his head into the kiss, tongue licking frantic and hot with the older man’s. Orli was overwhelmed by the residual vibrations of the powerful bike, Hugh’s thrusting tongue, Elijah’s teeth on his neck and Elijah’s hands between his thighs.

Elijah rubbed the tip of the hard length in his hand again, spreading the slick drops over and around the head, pausing to brush a finger along the underside before palming the head again. Orli canted his hips up into the delicious sensation, his moans deeper and nearly lost in Hugh’s mouth.

Hugh reached under Orli’s shirt and pinched at the tight nipples with sure, knowing fingers, causing the panting boy to cry out and twist between the two other men.

Hugh chuckled softly into Orli’s open mouth, reached down, fingers brushing against Elijah’s as he slid a hand deep into the open fly of Orli’s jeans. He dragged his fingertips against the tight skin between the sensitive opening and hot sac. Again. And again.

Orli stood on tiptoe, his hips pushing into the two pairs of hands driving him slowly out of his mind. Hugh’s mouth moved around to suck on a flushed ear, twirling his tongue around and over the hyper-warm flesh. “Hugh, I…Lij…oh God fuck…yes…oh fuck…oh fuck…” Orli gasped out between ragged breaths, the overwhelming sensations of hands just fucking everywhere accelerating his arousal to a fever of almost not quite hanging on the edge of in-fucking-credible sensation.

Elijah had teased and rubbed pearly drops out of the hard, thrusting length in his hand. Every stroke of his fingers was a slick, sweaty glide on sensitive flesh. He heard Orli’s harsh breathing escalate into audible gasps of quivering need.

Elijah wrapped his hand around the hot silk and stroked firmly, up and down the red, wet length, leaning forward to bite Orli’s other ear and whisper a hot, Come for us, baby. Orli whimpered then cried out, a harsh explosion of sound. He came in a hot, trembling rush, arching into Hugh and Elijah’s hands over and over, the wicked fingers, lips, mouths, tongues riding him through the maddening rush of release.

Orli shook with reaction, slowly collapsing back against Elijah’s chest, his legs splayed on either side of the leather seat.

Hugh pressed a last hot kiss to the pretty lips and stepped back, flushed with arousal. He watched as Elijah licked a soothing trail up Orli’s damp neck and sucked gently against the warm skin. Elijah lifted his hand from between Orli’s legs and raised it in front of Orli’s lips. Orli turned his head, barely watching Elijah’s eyes from under his own dark lashes as his tongue came out and licked the hand clean.

Elijah waited until the last liquid trace had been lapped up then grasped Orli’s chin, bent the dark head back over his arm, forced the panting mouth open and tongue-fucked him for a taste.

“Good Christ, Elijah, get off the bloody bike so I can fuck you. Now.” Hugh’s voice was rough with uncontrollable lust and impatience.

Elijah raised his head, lips damp from the slick exploration of Orli’s mouth. He licked the dampness away with a quick flicker of his tongue and grinned wickedly at Hugh. Elijah swung a leg off the back of the bike, but left his arms loosely wrapped around Orli.

Orli took a deep breath and let out a shuddering sigh, leaned forward and kicked down the stand for the bike before shakily swinging his own leg off and refastening his jeans.

Hugh managed to gain a semblance of control and spun on his heel, leading the two flushed young men down the winding path towards the bottom of the hill.

After a few yards, Orli recovered enough to walk on his own. He untangled Elijah’s arms from around his waist and nudged him towards Hugh. Elijah winked at Orli and took a few quick steps until he caught up with Hugh, then snaked an arm around the taller man’s waist.

Hugh stopped abruptly in the middle of the path, spun him around and slanted his mouth over Elijah’s.

Orli grinned as he watched Hugh force his tongue deep into Elijah’s open mouth. Elijah twined his arms around Hugh’s neck and pressed himself hard against the aroused man, grinding their hips together with slow, deliberate movements.

Hugh finally broke the kiss on a ragged breath, grabbed Elijah’s hand and pulled the younger man down the hill behind him.

Orli moved to follow them and shivered as another delayed aftershock of pleasure coursed through his body.

Bloody hell. The two of them all over me is just…fuck.

‘Have you ever come on the back of a motorcycle.?’ Orli snorted. Good fuck. Yes, again please.

They continued down the path until it opened into a wide green clearing, surrounded on three sides by heavy vegetation, the beach a few dozen yards below. There was an enormous white linen tablecloth laid out at one end with enough gourmet food for a dozen people. Scattered around the edges of the huge cloth were a half dozen oversized pillows.

A silver bucket held two bottles of wine and three glasses sat on a flat tile to one side.

“Clothes off, Elijah. Now.” Hugh released Elijah’s hand and headed for the wine.

Elijah wasted no time kicking off his shoes and pulling off his sunglasses. He yanked his t-shirt over his head. His jeans followed quickly, tossed carelessly aside. Elijah walked calm, naked, and very aroused over to the mound of pillows. He dropped down into the softness on his side, his legs splayed, his head resting on one hand as he watched Hugh open a bottle of wine.

Elijah studiously ignored Orli and focused on Hugh. He sensed Hugh’s sudden need for his attention.

Orli kicked off his shoes, but remained clothed as he collapsed back into the pillows a few feet from Elijah. Orli’s eyes wandered over Elijah’s muscular form. Horny Lij… The hard thighs, tight calves, the lickable curve of his bent forearm…

Orli swallowed and adjusted himself in his jeans. I just thought I wanted to sit this round out…

What is it about Lij that makes me so…out of control? Even after weeks of fucking? Hell, not to mention the mind-bending orgasm I had not five minutes ago…

I thought, with enough exposure, this pull for him would have faded… diminished, or something, but oh, fuck…

I think I’m addicted…

Orli slung an arm behind his head and focused his gaze on Hugh pouring the wine. Hugh quickly gulped an entire glass down before filling it up again. He picked up the other two glasses and handed one to Orli. Orli blinked up at Hugh.

“Orlando, I think you’d be ever so much more comfortable without your clothes.”

Orli grinned and slowly set his wine to one side. He made quick work of his clothes and leaned back naked into the cushions, reaching once again for the glass of sweet liquid.

Hugh stepped in between Elijah’s spread legs and handed Elijah a glass. Elijah took the glass and downed the wine in a long swallow before tossing the glass away.

Hugh lifted the wine to his lips with one hand and unfastened his trousers with the other. He stood over Elijah, drinking wine and stroking himself. Hugh finally lowered the glass, still rubbing his erection with a slow, deliberate hand.

“Hands and knees.” Hugh’s voice was a sharp command.

Elijah turned over with powerful grace, spreading his legs, bent at the knees and looked back at Hugh over his shoulder. He arched his back slightly in wicked invitation, and his own erection grew harder when he sensed the barely leashed lust of his protector.

Orli’s breath caught in his throat at the controlled command in Hugh’s voice. Our normally sensitive, sensual, slow, sexy, smiling Hugh is going to fuck Elijah into the ground, as it were.

Sign. Me. Up.

Orli’s mouth went dry as he rolled to his side to watch, one long arm bent at the elbow to support his head against the pillows. Orli watched Hugh drop suddenly to his knees between Elijah’s spread thighs. Orli twisted and reached for his discarded jeans.

“Orlando, could you…” Hugh’s words halted as Orli placed a tube in his hand before he’d even finished the sentence. Hugh didn’t even look up, just flipped open the tube, squeezed out a generous amount and slicked himself up.

Hugh leaned forward and placed his hands on either side of Elijah’s hips, stroking one thumb down the hot join of Elijah’s cheeks, but did not make any motion to prepare him. Only paused momentarily until Elijah turned his head to look at Hugh over his shoulder and gave a quick nod, pressing back against him.

Hugh growled low in his throat and pushed inside Elijah’s tightness with a firm thrust. “Fuck.” Elijah yelped softly and his eyes snapped shut, his fingers digging into the soft velvet of a pillow.

Hugh pulled back and thrust again, starting a near brutal rhythm that had Elijah scrabbling at the pillows and linen cloth, his gasps escalating to low curses at the hard snap of Hugh’s hips and thighs behind him. Elijah turned his head and opened his eyes to find Orli, naked, just a few feet from him, brown eyes watching Elijah’s face, meeting his eyes with a dark, swirling combination of lust and aroused empathy.

“Oh, God…Elijah…” Hugh felt the almost painful tightness around his hard length ripple into relaxation after a few more thrusts. He reached down and slid his hands under Elijah’s shoulders, pulling him upright until Elijah was on his knees in front of Hugh, hips arched back to meet the slowing thrusts.

Elijah’s head canted back onto Hugh’s shoulder and he cried out at the next thrust, Hugh striking hard against just the right place, deep inside, sending lightening bolts of wicked pleasure through Elijah’s body, his arousal hard and wet, trembling in front of him.

Orli’s breathing was shallow, his own cock hard again at the near primitive fucking of the two men next to him. He licked his lips and shifted on the pillows, spreading his legs to let the cool ocean breeze caress his hot skin.

“Orlando…” Hugh’s voice was a stuttering growl, words coming from his lips in time with his repeated movements into Elijah. “Your tongue…fuck his mouth while I fuck. Him. From. Behind.”

Orli rolled gracefully to his knees and slithered across the soft pillows until he was kneeling in front of Elijah, the hard, slick body pushing against his chest, hips, cock with the rhythm of Hugh’s thrusts.

Elijah’s head moved off Hugh’s shoulders as Orli pressed close and slanted his mouth over the open, wet lips of the gasping boy in front of him.

Christ, I love watching Hugh fuck him…

Wonder if he likes watching Hugh fuck me…

Ah…fuck.

Orli moaned into Elijah’s open mouth, driving his tongue deep to the back of Elijah’s throat, swallowing each gasping growl of pleasure, their hard lengths brushing slick against each other with each slam of Hugh’s hips.

“Ah…fuck…Elijah…” Hugh’s thrusts became harder, increasing his rhythm as the pleasure built, the tight body around his thrusting cock, the two pretty boys trying to suck each other’s life out through their mouths, their bodies pushing against one another, their moans, Orli’s hands cupping the sides of Elijah’s face, his thumb forcing the perfect, rosy lips to open wider.

Hugh dropped his forehead to Elijah’s neck and began to thrust faster, his breath coming in harsh gasps of sound as he felt the pressure building.

Orli felt the change in Hugh’s movements through Elijah’s body and reached down to wrap his hand around his and Elijah’s hard lengths. Elijah bucked into the touch and moved a hand down to join Orli’s. Fingers intertwined and hands moved up and down in slithering, frantic strokes, low whimpers of sound lost between their locked, open mouths.

Elijah’s eyes were closed, lost in the overwhelming sensation of Hugh fucking him, Orli in front of him, hands, lips, tongue, chest, and thighs. All of Elijah was surrounded by hot, moving skin. He was lost. Felt Hugh yell and bite down hard on the skin of his shoulder, felt Hugh’s hot, liquid pulses of release deep inside, felt Orli push harder against him, against their dancing hands on near desperate cocks, felt his own tremble, stutter, shatter start hard between his legs, stopped breathing, frozen.

And came.

Elijah jerked forward uncontrollably, screamed softly into Orli’s mouth, felt the mewling explosion of air from between Orli’s lips and another pulse of hot liquid, not his own, cover his fisting, rubbing hand. Felt the shiver tremble of Orli’s tongue against his own, the frozen then released jerks of the two men’s hips surrounding him.

Elijah whimpered and went limp, mouth open, hand still wrapped around the two slowing cocks, relaxed into the hands around his hips and shoulders, shuddered softly and was silent.

Orli and Hugh held Elijah upright, Orli dropping his head into Elijah’s shoulder with a small sigh.

“Elijah?”

Orli snorted into Elijah’s throat at Hugh’s worried question. He lifted his head. “I think we killed him, Hugh.”

Orli yelped and let go of Elijah, scooting backwards on his knees. “Bloody hell! Definitely not dead. At least, his hands aren’t.”

Hugh chuckled. Elijah must have squeezed Orlando’s sensitive flesh rather firmly to elicit such a vehement reaction.

Elijah sighed deeply and opened one eye. He looked balefully at Orli. “Necrophiliac.”

Orli snorted and reached for a linen napkin. “I prefer you alive. Most of the time.” Orli tilted his head to one side. “Though watching Hugh fuck you unconscious was rather…lovely.”

Elijah growled and reached out to swing at Orli. Hugh laughed and caught the strong arms, gently disengaging. He pressed a kiss to Elijah’s shoulder and abruptly pushed him forward on top of Orlando. “You two should clean each other up. I’ll serve lunch.”

Elijah landed on Orli in a tangle of naked, sweaty, slightly sticky limbs. Orli went back with a soft whoosh of breath, twining his arms around the still partially comatose boy.

Elijah sighed mightily and lay motionless on Orli. Orli recovered the linen napkin and started by wiping the damp hair at Elijah’s temples. By the time they had used up two napkins, three glasses of wine (it made the residual stickiness slightly more palatable to lazy tongues), and one yelp-inducing ice cube (courtesy of Elijah) Hugh was lounging, shirtless in the pillows next to them, picking perfect juicy grapes off a long bunch.

Orli and Elijah, still naked and slightly flushed, attacked the remainder of the food.

Replete, the two young men collapsed back into the soft pile, one head on each of Hugh’s shoulders, young naked limbs twined around the older man. Hugh wrapped his arm around each of them, rubbing down over smooth hips then back up through dark tangles of hair.

This is so bacchanalian. Excellent wine, good food, and two beautiful naked boys to play with.

“This is the best business lunch I’ve had in a decade.” Hugh emphasized his contentment with a kiss pressed to each head resting on his shoulders.

Elijah and Orli looked at each other over Hugh’s chest and snickered.

Hugh waved to the boys as he walked back up the path to the villa. Elijah and Orli climbed on the motorcycle and Orli started the engine.

“I’ll drop you back at the hotel, then return the bike.”

Elijah settled his sunglasses back over his eyes and wrapped his arms around Orli’s waist. “I don’t mind going with you.” Elijah’s voice was low.

“Ok.” Orli’s reply was soft. His hand hovered over the square ones wrapped tight around his waist and for a mad moment, he wanted to twine his fingers with Elijah’s. For no reason other than to touch him.

Orli sighed and moved his hand back to the handlebars. Elijah felt the slow release of Orli’s breath. He pressed his forehead against Orli’s back and squeezed his arms gently, for reasons he wasn’t willing to examine, then released the pressure, returning once more to a loose grip.

Orli smiled behind his dark lenses. He flipped up the kickstand and eased the temperamental beast onto the road, slowly accelerating around the first turn, sliding them into a warm glow of strangely contented adrenaline.

Yes. Come with me, Lij…

Orli was standing in front of the closet in the second bedroom of the penthouse suite. He grinned wryly as he glanced at the perfectly made bed. Hugh told Orli he should consider the second bedroom his private domain, as he and Elijah were staying in the master across the main room.

But Orli had yet to spend a night in his own bed. Something about the Monte Carlo sun and ocean made him content to drift off, himself on one side of Hugh, Elijah on the other.

Invariably, they woke up in a three-way tangle. Elijah and Orli reached for each other in their sleep, but Hugh didn’t seem to mind. Orli and Hugh were usually up long before Elijah stirred, and neither one mentioned the few times they had awakened to find Orli’s fingers entwined with Elijah’s, resting in a gentle tangle across Hugh’s chest.

The first time it happened, Orli’s wide brown eyes had snapped up and found Hugh watching him. Hugh had merely pressed a silent kiss to the top of Orli’s head. Orli had lowered his eyes and gently let go of Elijah’s hand, rolled silently out of the bed and headed for the shower.

Orli frowned at the contents of his closet.

What to wear…

Gambling. Dancing. Presumably an all-nighter. And Hugh said it’s a private casino that’s actually a huge mansion right on the water.

Hmmm…

“What the hell am I supposed to wear with these?”

Orli turned at the sound of Elijah’s voice. His heart dropped into his stomach, flipped over and thumped against his chest.

Elijah was wearing nothing but the blue leather pants. And my bracelet…

Fuck. He could stay just. Like. That.

All the bloody time…

Orli took a deep breath and collected himself. He smiled wicked at Elijah. “I thought that might be the case, so I took the liberty of purchasing…” Orli dug in the back of his closet. “…this.”

Elijah frowned at him. “You’re kidding, right?”

Orli dangled the tight, black, sleeveless, mesh shirt in front of Elijah. “Nope.”

“But…it’s got a…fuck. It’s got a damn blue-glitter Superman S on it, Orli.”

Orli stepped behind him and draped the shirt across the front of Elijah’s chest, his fingers brushing tantalizingly against Elijah’s collarbones as he breathed his next words directly into Elijah’s ear.

“It’s you, Lij. Trust me.” Orli bit at a pink ear lobe for emphasis.

Elijah snatched at the shirt and stepped quickly away, rubbing at his ear. It’s beyond me how one bite from him makes my dick hard. “Fine.”

“You’ll want to wear your black boots with that too.”

Elijah blinked at him. “The steel toes?”

Orli gave an exaggerated shiver of pleasure. “Yes. Those. They are so butch.”

Elijah stared at Orli for a long moment. “Ok, I’ll make you a deal. Since you’ll basically be dressing me tonight, I want to dress you.”

Orli snorted. “Lij, I can dress myself.”

“Fine. Then I’m not wearing the pants.” Elijah turned to walk out of the room. Orli was after him in a heartbeat. “Ok, ok. Fine. You can dress me. Just please, please. You have to wear the pants. I…they…please.” Orli paused, thoughtful for a moment. “But I also get to add one more thing to your ensemble, deal?”

Elijah grinned wicked and snatched Orli’s wrist, dragging him across the suite towards the master bedroom. “Deal.”

“No.”

“Lij.”

“No. I’m not going to let you. No fucking way.”

“Lij.”

“No.”

“We made a deal, Lij.”

“Fine. Just don’t get any of that shit in my eyes, ok?”

Orli grinned and shook the bottle of spray glitter. “This wont hurt a bit, I promise.” He proceeded to cover Elijah, head to foot, shoe to hair, in silver spray glitter. Orli paid particular attention to the muscular curves of Elijah’s ass in the blue leather.

Goddamn.

Elijah’s ass and glitter.

My two favorite things on this planet.

Orli finished with a final spray flourish to Elijah’s hair. “Done.”

Elijah let out an exaggerated cough. “Fina-fuckin-ly. My turn.”

Elijah threw a pair of low riding khaki pants on the bed. Followed by a white silk dress shirt.

“Dammit, Lij. I don’t want to look like a bloody Gap ad.”

“You won’t. Put them on.”

Orli grumbled and shucked his clothes. He tugged the khaki pants up over his thighs and was surprised that he had to be careful zipping them up.

Not a whole lot of room in these, is there?

He settled them low on his hips, resigned to the fact that a good portion of his flat stomach was going to show above the waistband.

He slid the shirt over his shoulders and reached for the buttons.

“No. Don’t button it. Leave it open.”

Orli raised an eyebrow at Elijah and let his hands drop. Hmmm…surprise sexy fashion bonus from the ultraconservative Elijah, ladies and gentlemen.

“Can I dig in your bag of goodies?”

Orli blinked at Elijah. His bag of goodies was where he’d retrieved the spray glitter. “Yeah, sure.”

Fuck. Are those leather pants too tight? This is so not…Lij.

Elijah dug around in the leather backpack. “Perfect.” He looked up at Orli. “Come here.”

“Lij have you ever…”

“Come. Here.”

“Ok, just don’t poke my eye out.”

“Shut up and look up.”

Orli felt Elijah draw the black eye pencil gently and almost…expertly over his upper and lower lids, just at the lash line.

Elijah put down the pencil and ran his hands quickly and roughly through the dark tangle of Orli’s still damp curls. Elijah stepped back.

“Hmmmm…”

“What?”

“Where’s that shell necklace you picked up the other day?”

“The choker?”

“Yeah.”

“In the loo, I think.”

Elijah grabbed Orli’s wrist and drug him into the bathroom, turning him around at the door so that he had to walk backwards, his back to the mirror.

“Lij, what…”

“Can’t look until I’m done.”

“Freak.”

Elijah spotted the pale cream necklace on the counter and snatched it up. He leaned into Orli as he reached up and fastened it around the tan, slender column of Orli’s throat. Elijah stepped back and patted the necklace with a fingertip. Then looked Orli up and down one last time.

Fuck yeah.

“Turn around.”

Orli rolled his eyes and turned to look in the full-length mirror. Orli went suddenly still.

Elijah stepped out from behind him and grinned at Orli’s expression, his own eyes devouring the reflection of the image he’d created.

God damn, I was right.

He looks like Apollo. I could just kneel down and lick that golden skin from his neck to his naval.

Damn, I’m good.

And he’s just…Christ. He’s beautiful.

Orli met Elijah’s eyes in the reflection and abruptly turned, catching him around the back of the neck with one hand and pulling him forward for a quick, hard kiss.

Orli pulled back and licked his lips. “You surprise me, Lij.”

Elijah snorted. “Good.” He wrapped his fingers around Orli’s wrist and dragged him out of the suite. “Come on. Hugh’s waiting for us.”

Orli was leaning against a mirrored pillar just behind Hugh’s seat at the blackjack table. He swirled his drink and downed it in a single swallow. Before he could lower the empty glass from his lips, a waitress appeared at his elbow to take the empty glass and replace it with a new one.

Orli glanced at the blackjack table and made a quick calculation of the money piled in front of Hugh.

Not bad. At five thousand a hand, he’s up about thirty-five.

Not bad at all.

Orli’s eyes left the table and wandered over the crowded, private casino. He spotted a dark head glinting silver in the overhead lights and grinned. Elijah was headed his way.

Orli and Lij had agreed, silently and without the need for an actual conversation, to take turns watching over Hugh, each leaving for a quarter hour to gamble, get another drink, or wander through the huge casino, people watching.

Orli pushed away from the pillar with a smooth movement and passed Elijah just to the side of the table. Elijah slid a hand behind Orli’s neck and pulled him down to whisper in his ear.

“How’s he doing?”

Orli turned his head into Elijah’s spiky hair. “Up by thirty five.”

“Good.”

“I’ll be right back.”

“No hurry.” Elijah reached up and tugged gently on the shell necklace around Orli’s throat with one finger, then ran his hand down Orli’s chest, golden skin beckoning from between the open sides of the white shirt. Elijah turned and moved towards the pillar behind Hugh.

Orli suppressed his immediate reaction to the caress and swallowed the purr, only permitting the slightest rumble after Elijah’s hand moved away.

Christ, he’s handsy tonight. I swear, if he pets my chest one more time I’m just going to slam him against the nearest wall and suck the ‘handsy’ out of him.

Orli sighed and sauntered off towards the slot machines on the other side of the club. He had put less than fifty francs into the glittering maw of the casino machines earlier, and won nearly three hundred on his second pull. So he’d quit.

Now he wandered in order to give Elijah the opportunity to watch over Hugh. After ten minutes of making the rounds, he gave up out of sheer boredom and headed back to Hugh’s table.

Hugh had been watching them take turns ‘babysitting’ him for the past hour and a half. He struggled to control his grin as Orli wandered back to towards the table, sidling up next to Elijah who was leaning against the pillar.

Hugh waited for another round before getting up from his chair. “Gentlemen, if you don’t mind, I’d like to ask for a quarter hour break.”

There were nods of agreement from around the table. They had been playing high stakes blackjack for over two hours. Some of the men were ahead. Some were not.

Hugh turned around to find Orli and Elijah standing within inches of him, light and dark eyes both blurry with bored impatience and…

Tension? Hmmm…have to fix that. They’re supposed to be having fun.

Hugh sighed and held up his arms as he moved away from the table. Both boys immediately twined themselves around his sides, young hands wandering under his jacket and around his back. Hugh chuckled as he felt the warm heat settle between his thighs.

A couple of the men at Hugh’s table exchanged knowing, speculative looks as the three men walked away.

“Orlando.”

“Hmmm?”

“Do you like it when I fuck you?”

Orli stumbled slightly as they moved away from the table. He swallowed. “Yes.”

“Do you like it when Elijah fucks you?”

Orli felt his palms go damp. He shivered. “Yes.”

“Elijah.” Hugh steered them out of the main casino and onto the huge patio overlooking the ocean below.

“Yeah?”

“Do you like it when I wrap my hand around your cock and make you come?”

“Fuck yeah.”

“Do you like it when Orlando sucks and licks on your cock until you curse and order him to make you come?”

Hugh moved the two boys around a corner until they were screened from view by huge palm trees. The sounds of music and the chatter of hundreds of voices could still be heard.

“Fu…yeah.”

Hugh smiled to himself. If they aren’t hard now, they aren’t the horny young men I think they are.

Orli and Elijah shared a confused glance across Hugh’s chest. They were both half hard and flushed at his words, wondering.

“Stand back to back.”

Orli and Elijah instantly stepped in front of Hugh, standing back to back, one side to the ocean, the other to Hugh.

“Good. Now lean back against each other.”

The two boys took a small step back until they were touching from their heels to their heads.

“Now, unfasten your pants and pull yourselves out. Then put your hands back at your sides.”

Orli and Elijah were suddenly immersed in a sensation that had become unfamiliar in the past months. The uniquely arousing feeling of being helpless, in public, and ordered to perform.

Elijah felt Orli’s small sigh behind him and echoed it with his own. There was just something so…basic and primal about being told what to do. Especially by Hugh. That cultured British voice, the low commands, even the slight huskiness that told the two young men that Hugh was enjoying himself.

“That’s lovely.” Hugh admired the view for a long moment, letting silence and time do their work. Within a minute, both young men were breathing rapidly and pushing harder against each other’s back, fingers digging into their thighs.

Hugh stepped forward and pressed a soft kiss against each ear. “Now, lock your arms together at your sides.”

There was a slight fumble as Orli and Elijah’s arms bumped one another, before they finally settled for twisting their forearms together and clasping hands.

Their hearts were racing, the sheen of sweat and the blush of full arousal making their skin glow. Their breathing was ragged, but still quiet, almost panting, wondering what was next.

“You are both so beautiful.” Hugh paused to caress the two flushed cheeks. “But you are driving me bloody mad with your constant babysitting. I brought you here to have fun, not to hover over me every ten minutes.”

Orli and Elijah felt an immediate sense of guilt and shame, harkening back to their days on the street. They instinctively dropped their heads slightly, the two pairs of eyes lowered in chagrin.

They had failed to please Hugh.

Hugh suddenly grabbed a hard cock firmly in each hand. Elijah gasped. Orli made a soft sound of surprise. Hugh rubbed his thumbs over the slick heads, slow and deliberate. The two boys trembled with arousal and a vague sense of fear.

“I’m going to take your mind off watching over me. Then I want the two of you to go off and have fun. Dance. Gamble. Something.” Hugh started a firm, rapid stroke with both of his hands.

The two young men arched into the dual touch, hands clenching together, heads going back onto hard shoulders, asses pushing and rubbing together, starting a shallow thrust in time with the other and Hugh’s hands.

It was an upside-down cacophony of sensation. Only their cocks were being touched along the front, but every hot inch of their backs, arms, and hands pressed against another hot, moving body.

Hugh rapidly increased the pace of his hands, and decided to have just a bit of fun. “Elijah, you’re too close. Slow down. Wait for Orlando.” Elijah let out a soft growl and started to take deep breaths. “Orlando, can’t you feel how Elijah is trying to control himself? Feel how tense he is. Feel how much he wants to come.”

Orli whimpered and spread his legs wider, pushing into the hard stroke with trembling hips.

“That’s better. Orlando’s so close now, Elijah. He’s trembling.” Hugh added a twist to his strokes, eliciting gasps from both writhing young men. “Come on boys, that’s it. Come for me now. Come hard.”

Elijah and Orli bumped back against each other on a hard shudder, clutched at one another’s hands, ground and arched into Hugh’s fists and came. Elijah groaned and juddered into Hugh’s hand, Orli cried out, his voice low and harsh as his hips shook and pulsed forward uncontrollably. Hugh stroked them hard through the shudders until they cried out again and pushed back against each other, trying to get away from the too sensitive touch.

Hugh released them with a gentle stroke and reached into his pocket for a handkerchief. He held it out to Elijah. “Now. Go have fun.”

Hugh pressed a kiss to each sweaty forehead and walked away.

Orli and Elijah were still breathing hard, slightly shaking and flushed as they slowly untwined their hands. Within seconds they had refastened their pants, and were leaning against one another, still a bit unsteady. Both blinked with amazement at Hugh’s retreating form.

“Well fuck.”

“Yeah.”

Elijah kicked the bottom of the machine that had sucked down yet another fifty francs. Orli was leaning against the machine, grinning. “Ok, now what?”

Orli’s eyes flashed. “Let’s dance.”

“I don’t really dance, Orli.”

“Anyone can dance. Come on.” Orli grabbed Elijah’s hand and dragged him out into the middle of the writhing bodies. Elijah watched as Orli seemed to fade into the music, eyes closed, head back, hips twisting in an obscene rhythm, arms somehow elegant and raised above his head, almost worshiping the hard jungle rhythm pouring from the speakers around them.

Elijah was distracted from his own attempts at moving for a few minutes. Watching Orli dance is like watching music breathe. He finally looked away from Orli and tried to focus on the music himself. After a few minutes he decided he’d had enough and probably needed at least three more stiff drinks before he could pretend to dance.

He leaned forward and pulled Orli’s head down to speak directly into his ear. “I’m going to the bar.”

“Stay with me.” Orli slipped his hands around Elijah’s waist.

“But I want a…”

Orli leaned forward and pressed his mouth against Elijah’s ear. “Dance with me, Lij.”

Elijah’s eyes closed as Orli’s hands slid down from his waist and briefly stroked his firm cheeks through the tight blue leather.

Ok. Maybe just one…dance…

Orli pulled Elijah’s hips close to his, wrapped his long arms around the strong shoulders and started to move, first swaying gently back and forth until Elijah picked up the easy rhythm.

Gradually, Orli added a swing to his hips that had Elijah matching the more aggressive rhythm, their foreheads pressed together, chests tingling where they touched. Orli slid a long thigh between Elijah’s and slid his hands down, thumbs hooked into the back of the blue leather.

Elijah found it extraordinarily easy to follow the rhythmic pitch of Orli’s hips, his own hands cupped around the back of Orli’s waist, occasionally drifting lower to fondle a familiar curve, then sliding back up, under raw silk to stroke the steamy, sleek muscles that flexed with every sexy grind of Orli’s hips against his.

Fuck yes. Dancing fucking rocks.

Elijah turned his head and started to suck on the damp skin of Orli’s neck, lips and teeth taking turns as he discovered that every gentle bite caused Orli’s hips to grind harder into his.

They lost track of time as the songs changed. Within a half hour, Orli had twisted them to the back of the dance floor, hidden from most of the writhing public by the shadows of tall speakers.

Elijah was lost in a rhythmic daze of Orli’s skin, Orli’s hips, Orli dancing against him. He slid a hand between their bodies, wanting only to caress the hard length he could feel pressed against the blue leather, against the hardness between his own legs.

Elijah started at Orli’s neck, stroked his hands down the slick throat, along the hot chest, over a flat stomach. He reached down and cupped the hot length he found, stroking it firmly through soft cotton, pressing his palm hard against the promising heat.

Elijah suddenly found himself slammed against a wall. Mouth full of a hot, wicked tongue, a long hand holding his head trapped, tilted back for a deeper thrust, another hand trapped his arms above his head as a hard knee pushed apart his legs and lifted him to his toes, grinding into his hot center, hard cock grazing hard cock through cotton and leather and sweat.

Elijah whimpered at the sudden, sexy as all fuck, dominant, wild, raven haired young god who was raping his mouth, stroking his cock with a wicked thrust of hips, hand wrapped tight and almost painful around his wrists, immobilizing him, grinding his entire body into the hard wall behind him, consuming him in liquid fire.

Elijah moaned and went pliant. Spread his legs more, arched his hips into the grinding thrusts, opened his mouth and held on for dear life.

Orli pulled back abruptly, gasping, his eyes blinking open in the low light of the dark casino. He looked dazed as he slowly lowered Elijah’s hands from above his head and pressed an unsteady, damp kiss to the swollen lips before stepping back.

Elijah felt abandoned. On edge and close to screaming at the lightening change.

Where the fuck has that been hiding?

“We should probably get back.” Orli’s voice was strained.

Elijah blinked. Orli was right. They had been gone for over an hour.

Christ, I need a drink.

Elijah reached out and wrapped his fingers around Orli’s wrist. Orli turned his head, gazed down at Elijah’s hand and then smiled in relief. They shared a strange, intense look before Elijah leaned forward, pressed a hard kiss to Orli’s damp mouth and dragged him off the floor.

Hugh looked up as the two boys approached the table, Elijah dragging Orli behind him by the wrist.

Well, they have been gone for over an hour. Hugh watched out of the corner of his eye as Elijah wrapped Orli’s long arm around his neck and the two leaned back against the mirrored glass, both slightly flushed and glowing from dancing.

Hugh’s lips twitched.

And they clearly had a good time.

Orli was covered in silver glitter, and there was the vague outline of a blue glitter S rubbed into his shirt and chest.

Hugh was not the only one to notice the arrival of the two beautiful young men. It was late, and many at the table had consumed more than the usual number of cocktails.

The casino club was private. As such, many things took place inside its richly protected walls that stayed within those same walls. The nature of the relationship between Hugh and the two young boys was clear. Whether he’d picked them up that night or weeks ago, the other men at the table knew and accepted it as a matter of course. Some even envied him.

Especially the portly man next to Hugh who was leering at Orlando and Elijah.

Orli absently rubbed his thumb against Elijah’s hard shoulder where his hand rested. Elijah leaned comfortably into the warm slender body, one arm around Orli’s waist, hidden under the silk shirt, gently stroking the skin just above a flat hip.

“Pretty boys you have there.”

Hugh looked across the table at the large man, but did not respond to the comment. Everyone else at the table went silent.

Then man’s face was flushed with alcohol. “How much for ‘em?”

Elijah and Orli both froze, neither daring to breathe. Amazed at the audacity of the man.

Hugh lowered his eyes and looked back down at his cards. “Would you give me a quarter million?” There were gasps around the table and a general murmuring. The portly man chuckled and waved to the waiter to bring him another drink.

Orli sucked in a sharp breath, his arm tightening around Elijah’s shoulders, his stomach twisting with nausea.

Nononononono…that’s why I left before…left home…

At least on the street, I have control…

Elijah tightened his hand on Orli’s hip, his fingers digging into the soft skin.

Hugh would never…no.

He wouldn’t. He’s playing.

Elijah took a deep calming breath and raised his hand to twine with Orli’s on his shoulder. He turned his head and waited until the flat, still, black eyes looked down into his. Elijah shook his head imperceptibly, forcing a small smile.

Orli relaxed only slightly and remained still. Hugh gave them a price, Lij. A price.

Elijah frowned at Orli’s continued panic. He released the long fingers and reached up to cup his hand on the back of Orli’s head, pulling him close, his voice the barest whisper of sound. “He said ‘would you’, Orli. He didn’t say he’d take it. This is Hugh, remember. Just play along, ok?”

Orli’s eyes searched his. Finally, he nodded, almost imperceptibly. Elijah smiled and leaned in, pressing his lips briefly to Orli’s. He felt Orli tremble, then sigh, felt Orli’s hand around his shoulders slide to his neck and brush under his ear. Elijah shivered and deepened the kiss, turning half into Orli, his stomach pressing against a hard hip.

Elijah broke the kiss, but stayed close, his hands wrapped around Orli’s waist, underneath the open shirt, his forehead pressed to Orli’s, waiting for the dark eyes to open again.

“Quarter mil?” The man sighed in vague disappointment, casting another leering glance at the two young men embracing against the mirrored glass. “That’s a bit too rich for my blood, Mr. Grant. How much for just one?”

Hugh didn’t have to turn around to know what the boys were up to. He could see it in the expressions on people’s faces. “Actually, that was a quarter million a piece.”

There was laughter from the table, both astonished and appalled. But the laughter was tinged with the flavor of speculation and growing arousal. Half a million for the privilege of taking the two, admittedly gorgeous, young men away from their…protector.

Orli almost giggled when he heard the faint tinge of sarcasm in Hugh’s voice.

Lij is right. Hugh’s playing, so we’re playing.

Show time…

Orli’s arm snaked tighter around Elijah’s neck as he turned. His other arm twined around Elijah’s waist and he slowly tilted his head and licked a delicate path from one corner of Elijah’s mouth to the other, tracing the full lower lip. Orli felt Elijah’s breath hitch slightly at the gentle, teasing stroke. He pulled back and stared into the bright blue gaze, and winked. The barest flicker of one eye.

Elijah’s face remained passive, but his hands tightened on Orli’s waist then relaxed, delicately tracing the smooth skin of Orli’s lower back with slow, deliberate movements of his hand.

‘Bout fuckin’ time you relaxed…

Orli sighed, his breath fanning Elijah’s lips. Elijah tilted his chin up, and leaned forward imperceptibly. Orli reached up and ran his thumb along Elijah’s full, bottom lip, bringing his own lips closer, until his thumb traced a path between their two mouths, back and forth. Back and forth.

Elijah’s lips parted a little more with every stroke.

Orli’s breath caught, and his hand faltered when Elijah’s tongue gently licked the pad of his thumb, then disappeared back into the open mouth. They were breathing into and through each other. Both forgot they were in a crowded room, the focus of a wicked game both at and around the table.

Orli pushed his thumb against Elijah’s lower lip again, pressing just the tip against the top, rosy lip. Elijah sighed around the finger, into Orli’s mouth, and licked him again. Orli made a soft sound and slid his thumb gently into Elijah’s mouth, his long fingers resting along a smooth cheek as it was slowly sucked into the wet heat.

Elijah pressed closer to Orli, his eyes fluttering closed, their foreheads touching, their lips separated by a mere inch. Elijah wrapped his tongue around that amazingly sensitive digit that connected his mouth directly to Orli’s cock, in the middle of a crowded room.

Orli’s other arm tightened around Elijah’s neck, his fingers tunneling into Elijah’s hair as Elijah’s teeth mouth tongue began to play virtual havoc with his already straining erection. Orli’s eyes were half closed, blurry vision at the close proximity to Elijah’s face.

Good Christ, feels like every lick is…happening between my thighs…God…

Orli finally pulled his finger out of Elijah’s mouth, running it gently over sharp teeth before moving it out of the way, and slanting his lips over Elijah’s. Softly licked at the rosy lips, slowly pushed inside. First along the sharp teeth, the open mouth, and there…yes…that wet, nimble tongue. Deeper. Yes, in and back and in and back. Harder. Fucking. Just fucking that open, slicksoft mouth, fucking that tongue back into Elijah’s throat. Taste. More. Lij…

Hmmmm…taste more Lij…yes…

Orli turned Elijah and pressed him into the pillar. He ran his hands down, exploring the hard muscular arms with a loose touch until he reached the square hands. Orli trapped the hands in a strong grip and slowly, inexorably, raised them up, sliding them against the smooth glass until they were at shoulder height.

Orli gradually gentled the kiss, pulling back until he could lick once again across the swollen, rosy, wet lips. He leaned back just enough to put space between their bodies, let Elijah feel the air move between them for a moment, feel how open, naked he was, even fully clothed, his arms stretched out to the side. Orli watched the blue orbs wind open with a rolling blink. They were shimmering.

Orli started at the hollow just under Elijah’s ear. Soft kiss. Slow lick. He moved down an inch until his mouth rested over a tendon. Another slow lick, a bite, to test. Orli felt Elijah’s body shiver and shift slightly against the pillar. Orli stepped closer, until his legs were straddling Elijah’s, his feet on the outside of Elijah’s black boots, their hips pressed precisely together, hot, hard lengths just pushing against each other. Not moving.

Orli continued to move down Elijah’s neck. Slick lick. Careful kiss. Bite. Around the top of Elijah’s collarbone, to the dip at the top of his ribcage, just under his throat. Orli stayed pressed as close as he could to Elijah, only bending at the knees in an extraordinarily graceful movement down, down, mouth moving over the edge of the dark shirt. Over an inch to the side. Bite. Down. Lick. Down. Until his lips felt the barest edge of a pebble hard nipple.

Elijah was holding his breath, exerting every ounce of willpower not to cry out, pant and rub himself against the excruciatingly hot, slow, mouth that was driving him at a frantic pace, with almost no movement, to near violent lust.

So Goddamn fucking slow…ah…almost, yes feel that…just…your mouth, God Orli, your… yes, tongue is fucking…yes…yes…need…just a…bite…teeth, please…teeth yes.

Right the fuck…THERE.

“Ah…” Elijah finally let the barest echo, the softest whispered representation of the scream he was holding in, escape. Orli bit down harder, flicking the hard tip captured gently between his teeth, through the mesh, with hard stabs then barely-there whispers of his tongue. He heard the strangled sound Elijah made and closed his lips over the mesh, soft, slow, sucking. Wet.

And pulled back.

He could feel Elijah’s erection digging into his stomach from where he was half kneeling against and straddled around him. He rubbed back up the hard leather mesh dream, hands still caught in his, and leaned forward to start under the other ear, his dark curls teasing the soft skin of Elijah’s neck.

“But they are ever so much better as a pair, don’t you think?” Hugh’s voice barely registered to the two lovely dazed and aroused boys against the pillar.

There was an awed silence at the table, and a few cleared throats. The slow exploration of that blue-eyed angel’s neck and chest by the dark boy was mesmerizing.

The portly man swallowed and shifted in his chair, hoping the high table would cover his own reaction to the incredibly erotic sight of the two boys twined around each other. Kissing. Licking. Biting. Together…

The man could only imagine what it must be like to be trapped between two such specimens of young sin. But not tonight. “I believe that’s too rich for my blood, Mr. Grant.”

Hugh raised a shoulder in a bare echo of an elegant shrug. And looked back down at his cards. His rapid glance around the table told him clearly that Elijah and Orlando were upping the stakes. He’d never seen so many men, gay, bi or straight, drooling at one blackjack table. And they weren’t drooling over the game. Hugh almost smiled.

I can only imagine what the view over my shoulder looks like…

Orli was making progress down the other side of Elijah’s chest. By now, Elijah’s breath was coming in fast, silent pants, his fingers clenched tight around Orli’s. His thighs pushing out, pressing against the inside of Orli’s legs, still straddling him, knees bent and open wide.

Orli had barely reached the puckered nub when he suddenly bit hard, sucking and licking through the mesh in rapid movements.

“Fuck!” Elijah lost all semblance of control and bucked hard into Orli’s body, his chest twisting, pushing up into Orli’s mouth for a long moment, head arched back and turned against the pillar, eyes shut tight, mouth parted and open, only panting breaths escaping after the first sharp sound.

Orli felt the low growl start deep in Elijah’s chest long before he actually heard it.

Blue eyes snapped open and hard arms that had spent months pumping iron twisted in Orli’s grasp, easily breaking the lock on square hands. A leg slid between Orli’s thighs, the hard arms wrapped around his waist, and lifted him clear off the floor, spinning him back until he thumped solidly against the glass, and slid down down down a leather clad thigh.

Orli clutched at the broad shoulders, dizzy, his mouth still damp from Elijah’s chest. His eyes opened with a slow-blink and he moaned quietly as the hard thigh pressed through leather and cotton against his heavy, hot length.

Lij…dammit. I was just getting started…oh. Ohhh…kaaayyy…

Elijah shoved the long arms behind Orli’s back, caught them together with a square hand, and pinned them to the mirror by leaning hard against the slender form.

He bent his head and used his teeth to drag one side of Orli’s shirt just over the edge of a smooth, golden shoulder, baring one half of the hard chest.

Orli breathed and shifted between the smooth glass and Elijah, his legs parting slightly, pushing against the leather clad thighs twined with his.

Elijah head came up with a snap. He locked gazes with Orli and shoved him back against the pillar with another thud. Orli exhaled a quiet, shuddering sigh and leaned his head back against the glass, looking at Elijah from half closed eyes. Orli’s deep breathing and the rock hard length pressing against Elijah’s thigh were the only indications of his aroused state.

Elijah, neon eyes looking up from under a raised brow, slowly lowered his head, no pause, no kiss, no exploration, until his lips hovered just over a puckered nipple, parted, and the tip of his tongue appeared.

Orli quit breathing.

Elijah licked.

Orli’s eyes and mouth closed, barely strangling the gasp. His eyes snapped open again when he felt Elijah’s mouth move. Up. Bite just over the hard tip. Up. Teeth scraping the firm slope of his chest. Open-mouthed kiss. A whole flat-of-his-tongue lick. Up again. Elijah sucked careful-tender on Orli’s collarbone. Licked again. And started on his throat.

Headed, eventually, for the narrow, red bow of Orli’s mouth.

Orli breathed slightly faster, still deep, shoulder bare, legs splayed, hands tightly held against the small of his back, trapped by Elijah’s arm, Elijah’s body, and their reflection.

Elijah found that narrow half-inch of skin just under the rough edge of the shell necklace, against the base of Orli’s throat. And licked around, under, over and along, rolling the shells against the skin until Orli’s mouth opened on a ragged sigh and Elijah felt him swallow against his lips.

Elijah dragged his tongue across the rapid pulse, paused to feel the flutter against his lips, a soft, still kiss. He moved his lips up, over and along the edge of Orli’s jaw, barely brushing mouth to skin, slow, breathy whispers of touch along the sharp curve. Closer. And closer. To the panting, shallow, breathy, open mouth.

Orli moved his head the barest millimeter towards Elijah’s, wanting

that mouth, there, on mine, right the fuck now

Elijah felt the movement and tightened his grasp on Orli’s wrist. Painful grip. Orli’s breath stuttered hard at the sudden, crushing fist, over the edge into pain.

Good. Yes. To finally feel, Lij…

Orli shivered and went lax. Waiting. Only waiting. Waiting with his body. Waiting with his heat. Waiting with his breath. Waiting with his open mouth. Waiting for Elijah.

Elijah felt the body under his go liquid against the pillar.

Good. Be still. Mine.

Elijah loosened his grip nearly enough to relieve the pain, and breathed into the open mouth. He touched the fuller, lower lip, wrapping his lips around it and pulled. Away. He leaned forward again, lips against lips, and just breathed.

Remember…?

He breathed again. Breathed into around and through Orli, their lips barely touching. He breathed again.

Elijah felt the moan start between Orli’s thighs, originating somewhere just on the underside of his erection, traveling in tandem with a soft, trembling shiver up the flat stomach, through the bare chest, behind the shells, and vibrate up the long neck.

Elijah sighed and pushed hard against the panting mouth, swallowing the moan into the back of his throat, licking every sound wave from behind white, perfect teeth with the twisting fuck of his tongue. Fucked deeper when the mouth opened wider, tilted. Elijah answered the soft worshiping licks of Orli’s tongue with another stab into the wet dark. Pushed the body hard against the pillar, and squeezed again.

Elijah swallowed another moan from between the thin lips.

And broke the kiss.

He could not swallow the low, belly deep whimper that followed him out of Orli’s mouth.

Elijah moved his lips down. Under the sharp chin, teeth testing the feel of another swallow. Tongue dipped into and around the shells again, this time tasting the perfect hollow at the base of Orli’s throat. Down. Tongue only now. Tasting.

Tasted salt.

Tasted his hands from before.

Tasted money.

Tasted glitter.

Elijah moved down. Licked down. Slowing down. He left the center plane of Orli’s chest behind. Elijah’s lips inched down over the shivertrembles of flat muscle, and felt the textured divot at the top of Orli’s navel.

And stopped.

Elijah breathed warm breath down, over, into the hollow. Felt the shivertrembling muscle flicker constant tension. Breathed warm. Warmer. Hot breath. Fire into the hot hollow.

Elijah’s arm still clenched Orli’s hands. The arm was curled around and over a hip, warm muscle pressing smooth skin along and around the top of the too low riding cotton.

Elijah’s knees folded an inch down and came to rest on the floor, still balanced on the flexed toes of his boots, still spread to either side of Orli’s splayed legs. Elijah’s cock pressed hard against blue leather. Blue leather and the hot air between Orli’s thighs.

Elijah moved his other hand. Moved it off the gentle resting place on Orli’s other hip. Moved it up, palm pressed flat and hard against the open side of Orli’s shirt. The naked stomach. Over the naked chest, iron calluses scraping the tight nipple.

Elijah felt Orli’s soft moan between his lips. He continued to only breathe into Orli’s center.

Elijah’s hand moved up, up. Along the throat, tugged gently at the shells, cupped the jaw, pushed open the lips, and slid a thumb into Orli’s mouth. It was sucked in hard, enveloped heat and hot breath smothered the gasp.

Elijah flicked his tongue deep into the center of Orli’s dark navel, with a firm, deliberate push. First stroke of a hard fuck.

Orli bit down. Hard.

Elijah pushed his thumb back, further into the hot mouth. And licked the hyper sensitive belly button again. Slow. Not Slow. Fast. Hard. Firm. Steady. Flicker tease sucked, nicked, nipped around and around and around the fold of tight, sensor-laden skin wired straight to Orli’s center. Orli’s cock.

Orli sucked soft hard fast on Elijah’s thumb. Bit. Licked. Tried to follow the probing finger fuck with his head, hands still trapped behind him. Eyes closed. Matched the sucking, random rhythm of Elijah’s tongue with his own.

Orli gasped sudden and unexpected, moaned at the double loss, his eyes opening when Elijah pulled his hand free, slid the slick thumb rapid, down down the smooth chest, lifted his body tongue teasing away from Orli’s belly button, hand and mouth trading places in an unreal, elegant movement.

Elijah’s wet, hot thumb pushed deep into the damp navel. His tongue, red lips parting, as they found Orli’s mouth. Again. His hands squeezed. Pain. Leather dragged against cotton and cock. Pleasure. Tongue. Thumb.

And Orli moaned Lij… soft ache into Elijah’s mouth.

“I’ll give you a half million. For the pair.” This was a new voice, from the other side of the table. A quiet, tall, distinguished looking gentleman. Deceptively polite.

“You can have their things delivered to my room.”

Hugh glanced across the table and saw the hard, flat gaze of the other man.

Elijah moved his thumb out of Orli’s navel and released the trapped hands. The long fingers immediately rose and buried themselves in Elijah’s spiky hair, pulling Elijah’s mouth close closer and licking hard, leaning back against the pillar. Kissing. Deep. Kissing. Slow.

Elijah sighed into Orli’s mouth, around Orli’s tongue and leaned his weight against the hot, damp, half naked chest.

“Actually…” Hugh calmly laid down his cards. Blackjack. “The half million was for one night.”

The hard man blanched and cleared his throat, stuttering for words.

Hugh continued. “And the discussion was purely speculative. Gentlemen, if you will excuse me, I’m fatigued and ready to retire.” Hugh stood up from the table and signaled to the dealer for his chips.

Elijah and Orli had slowed to a gentle, half wet exchanges of lips, pausing now and again to run fingers through slightly sweaty hair, still hard, still aching, aware that Hugh was preparing to leave.

A house manager appeared at Hugh’s elbow. “May I take the liberty of depositing your winnings into your account, Mr. Grant?”

Hugh smiled at the man. “Yes, please. Thank you.” He handed the tray over.

Hugh placed his hands on the back of his chair. “Gentlemen, good night.” Hugh turned around and started walking away from the table, his path taking him by the pillar as he left.

Elijah and Orli slowly disentangled themselves with a last stroke of damp skin. As Hugh approached, he barely held his hands away from his sides and the boys each slipped under an arm, wrapping their own arms around him, under his jacket. With a wicked exchange of grins across Hugh’s chest, Elijah and Orli lifted the back of Hugh’s jacket and slid their hands deep into the back pockets of his pants. They glanced over Hugh’s shoulders at the stunned table, winking at the five remaining men.

Three of the other men chuckled. One nearly choked. The other frowned in vague disappointment and resolved not to make ridiculous offers for young boys that already belonged to someone else.

Hugh’s lips twitched when he felt the boys’ hands slide into his back pockets and gently squeeze his cheeks.

Scamps…

“You two are incorrigible. I don’t even want to know what it is you were doing to put those expressions on my companion’s faces.”

Orli and Elijah had the grace to blush, then snickered when they looked across at each other.

“That’s what I thought. Time to get you two back to the hotel where I can punish you properly.”

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