Pirates at Play (Orlijah) NC-17
Title: Pirates at Play
Author: moit
Summary: While filming in the Caribbean, Orlando gets an unexpected guest.
Pairing: Orlijah
Fandom: LotRiPS
Rating: NC-17
Genre: Romance, smut
Warnings: slash, slight cos-play, dirty talk
Author's Note: I couldn't make "real" pirates happen, so instead you get Orlando and Elijah semi-dressed as pirates. This is my interpretation and I'm sticking to it. Written for orlijah_month.
Word Count: 1163
When Orlando was finally released to the sanctity of his trailer, he was tired and wet and cold. Hours of splashing around in the water on set had soaked him to the skin. To add to his misery, his dark hair had escaping its ponytail, sticking to his face in wet strands.
He opened the door to his trailer and pulled it shut securely behind him. His bag was dropped onto a chair and the script revision in his hand tossed on the counter.
“Good evening, Mister Turner.”
Orlando spun around and his jaw dropped.
Elijah was lying on the couch, somehow going unnoticed during Orlando’s entrance. He was bare, save for the over-coat belonging to Will’s costume, his arms behind his head like a centerfold. The tattoo at his hip sent a jolt of memory to Orlando’s cock about the many times he worshiped that spot with this tongue. Elijah gave him a coy smile.
“What are you doing here?” Orlando asked, his anger and exhaustion from his day on set dissipating at the welcome sight of his boyfriend.
“Waiting for you,” Elijah replied, allowing his knee to fall open in invitation.
All the thoughts of how and why flew out the window. Orlando’s hands raced to the ties holding his trousers together and he stumbled forward in his clunky pirate boots. The ties got stuck in a knot and he cursed, settling for forcing the wet trousers down over his slim hips. But when he got past his knees, he realised his still had his boots on. To the sound of Elijah’s giggle, he dropped himself to his bare ass and pulled the boots off, tossing them so he could get his trousers the rest of the way off. The material was especially difficult to remove while wet, but he managed. Once his legs were untangled, he sprang to his feet, half-mast erection bobbing in front of him.
“You gonna suck my cock, Lij?” Orlando asked, advancing in the small space.
Elijah sat up. “Get over here,” he said, taking Orlando’s hips in his hands, pulling him forward. He mouthed the head of Orlando’s cock gently, working with his lips to bring Orlando to full hardness.
Orlando tangled his fingers in Elijah’s silky-soft kitten hair. He eased him off when he was hard enough-as wonderful as Elijah’s mouth was, he wanted to wait. He reached behind himself, fumbling with the drawer under the counter for lube.
“Oh, for fuck sakes,” he grumbled, turning away from Elijah. “I know I threw it in here.”
“Babe,” Elijah cut in, grabbing Orlando’s bare thigh.
Orlando looked back at Elijah who was facing away from him with the Will-jacket flipped up over his back to reveal his pert backside.
“I prepped myself while I was waiting for you,” Elijah said with a grin over his shoulder.
That statement alone set Orlando’s blood on fire. He didn’t bother unbuttoning his vest or shirt, just shifted the soggy material out of the way so he could grab his cock. The stupid costume was too long, anyway. He laid the underside of his cock against the crack of Elijah’s ass, sliding it down until the head bumped against Elijah’s hole. He pressed forward, sliding back and forth to lubricate his cock.
“Just fucking . . . shove it in,” Elijah grunted, pushing back against Orlando. “I didn’t fly all the way to the Caribbean just for you to dick around. No . . . pun intended.”
Orlando wrapped his arms around Elijah’s chest and pushed. His dick slid the rest of the way in and he rested there, feeling Elijah contracting and throbbing around him. It was like his whole body had become centered on the connection between his cock and Elijah’s ass. The rest of the world had somehow faded into the background. His shirt was damp and sticking to his skin, but he couldn’t bring himself to care.
“Missed this. Missed you,” he sighed into Elijah’s hair.
“Yeah, well, you’re going to miss me a lot more, because if you don’t start fucking me soon, I’m leaving.”
“Gabby cunt,” Orlando admonished, pulling out and slamming back inside. The force of his thrust took the words and breath right out of Elijah’s mouth. “You were saying?” Orlando taunted, keeping his rhythm steady and this side of punishing.
“Keep . . . fucking,” Elijah panted.
“Fuck yeah,” Orlando agreed. He pulled Elijah tighter against him so that they were practically glued together by his wet costume shirt and vest. The trailer couch creaked ominously underneath their fevered coupling, but neither man seemed to notice.
“Not . . . gonna last.”
“That’s okay,” Elijah replied, reaching down to take himself in hand. He stroked in time to Orlando’s thrusts, clenching around his cock reflexively. The only downside of fucking in Orlando’s costume was that the sleeves of the jacket he wore were so long that he had to keep interrupting his rhythm to shake the sleeve off his hand.
“You close?” Orlando asked. His tone was low and desperate. Elijah knew he was going to come soon.
“Just . . .” Elijah spread his knees a bit and slid his head and shoulders farther down the couch so that his face was buried in the cushions with his ass in the air. “Right fucking there,” Elijah groaned as Orlando hit his sweet spot.
“Come on, babe. Come on, because I’m about to go.”
“Yeah, yeah, just . . . there,” Elijah panted. From this angle he could keep his forearm braced against the couch cushions to prevent the jacket sleeve from getting in his way.
Elijah came with a sharp cry as Orlando pounded away against his prostate. “Yesyesyesyes!”
The clenching of Elijah’s ass around him put Orlando over the edge. His hands slid down to cradle Elijah’s hips and his grip was hard enough to bruise. He thrusted one, two, three more times and bit down hard on Elijah’s shoulder as he came with a grunt.
They stayed there for a minute, just catching their breath. Most of Orlando’s hair had escaped its tie, so he reached up and pulled the elastic free, shaking his hair out. The sweaty wet mess clung to his skin, but he was too satisfied to care. He sat down heavily on the couch and Elijah fell back into his lap. The jacket Elijah wore was nearly as soaked through as Orlando’s shirt and vest, but Elijah didn’t seem to notice.
“Mmm,” Orlando said, curling his arm around Elijah, resting a hand on his bare belly.
“Indeed,” Elijah agreed.
Orlando looked down at the mess on Elijah’s stomach that his hand now rested in, some of which he knew was on the couch, some he could see on the jacket. “Costuming is going to kill me.”
Elijah leaned his head back on Orlando’s shoulder to look at him though lidded eyes. “Well, at least it’s not as bad as my Frodo costume.”
Author: moit
Summary: While filming in the Caribbean, Orlando gets an unexpected guest.
Pairing: Orlijah
Fandom: LotRiPS
Rating: NC-17
Genre: Romance, smut
Warnings: slash, slight cos-play, dirty talk
Author's Note: I couldn't make "real" pirates happen, so instead you get Orlando and Elijah semi-dressed as pirates. This is my interpretation and I'm sticking to it. Written for orlijah_month.
Word Count: 1163
When Orlando was finally released to the sanctity of his trailer, he was tired and wet and cold. Hours of splashing around in the water on set had soaked him to the skin. To add to his misery, his dark hair had escaping its ponytail, sticking to his face in wet strands.
He opened the door to his trailer and pulled it shut securely behind him. His bag was dropped onto a chair and the script revision in his hand tossed on the counter.
“Good evening, Mister Turner.”
Orlando spun around and his jaw dropped.
Elijah was lying on the couch, somehow going unnoticed during Orlando’s entrance. He was bare, save for the over-coat belonging to Will’s costume, his arms behind his head like a centerfold. The tattoo at his hip sent a jolt of memory to Orlando’s cock about the many times he worshiped that spot with this tongue. Elijah gave him a coy smile.
“What are you doing here?” Orlando asked, his anger and exhaustion from his day on set dissipating at the welcome sight of his boyfriend.
“Waiting for you,” Elijah replied, allowing his knee to fall open in invitation.
All the thoughts of how and why flew out the window. Orlando’s hands raced to the ties holding his trousers together and he stumbled forward in his clunky pirate boots. The ties got stuck in a knot and he cursed, settling for forcing the wet trousers down over his slim hips. But when he got past his knees, he realised his still had his boots on. To the sound of Elijah’s giggle, he dropped himself to his bare ass and pulled the boots off, tossing them so he could get his trousers the rest of the way off. The material was especially difficult to remove while wet, but he managed. Once his legs were untangled, he sprang to his feet, half-mast erection bobbing in front of him.
“You gonna suck my cock, Lij?” Orlando asked, advancing in the small space.
Elijah sat up. “Get over here,” he said, taking Orlando’s hips in his hands, pulling him forward. He mouthed the head of Orlando’s cock gently, working with his lips to bring Orlando to full hardness.
Orlando tangled his fingers in Elijah’s silky-soft kitten hair. He eased him off when he was hard enough-as wonderful as Elijah’s mouth was, he wanted to wait. He reached behind himself, fumbling with the drawer under the counter for lube.
“Oh, for fuck sakes,” he grumbled, turning away from Elijah. “I know I threw it in here.”
“Babe,” Elijah cut in, grabbing Orlando’s bare thigh.
Orlando looked back at Elijah who was facing away from him with the Will-jacket flipped up over his back to reveal his pert backside.
“I prepped myself while I was waiting for you,” Elijah said with a grin over his shoulder.
That statement alone set Orlando’s blood on fire. He didn’t bother unbuttoning his vest or shirt, just shifted the soggy material out of the way so he could grab his cock. The stupid costume was too long, anyway. He laid the underside of his cock against the crack of Elijah’s ass, sliding it down until the head bumped against Elijah’s hole. He pressed forward, sliding back and forth to lubricate his cock.
“Just fucking . . . shove it in,” Elijah grunted, pushing back against Orlando. “I didn’t fly all the way to the Caribbean just for you to dick around. No . . . pun intended.”
Orlando wrapped his arms around Elijah’s chest and pushed. His dick slid the rest of the way in and he rested there, feeling Elijah contracting and throbbing around him. It was like his whole body had become centered on the connection between his cock and Elijah’s ass. The rest of the world had somehow faded into the background. His shirt was damp and sticking to his skin, but he couldn’t bring himself to care.
“Missed this. Missed you,” he sighed into Elijah’s hair.
“Yeah, well, you’re going to miss me a lot more, because if you don’t start fucking me soon, I’m leaving.”
“Gabby cunt,” Orlando admonished, pulling out and slamming back inside. The force of his thrust took the words and breath right out of Elijah’s mouth. “You were saying?” Orlando taunted, keeping his rhythm steady and this side of punishing.
“Keep . . . fucking,” Elijah panted.
“Fuck yeah,” Orlando agreed. He pulled Elijah tighter against him so that they were practically glued together by his wet costume shirt and vest. The trailer couch creaked ominously underneath their fevered coupling, but neither man seemed to notice.
“Not . . . gonna last.”
“That’s okay,” Elijah replied, reaching down to take himself in hand. He stroked in time to Orlando’s thrusts, clenching around his cock reflexively. The only downside of fucking in Orlando’s costume was that the sleeves of the jacket he wore were so long that he had to keep interrupting his rhythm to shake the sleeve off his hand.
“You close?” Orlando asked. His tone was low and desperate. Elijah knew he was going to come soon.
“Just . . .” Elijah spread his knees a bit and slid his head and shoulders farther down the couch so that his face was buried in the cushions with his ass in the air. “Right fucking there,” Elijah groaned as Orlando hit his sweet spot.
“Come on, babe. Come on, because I’m about to go.”
“Yeah, yeah, just . . . there,” Elijah panted. From this angle he could keep his forearm braced against the couch cushions to prevent the jacket sleeve from getting in his way.
Elijah came with a sharp cry as Orlando pounded away against his prostate. “Yesyesyesyes!”
The clenching of Elijah’s ass around him put Orlando over the edge. His hands slid down to cradle Elijah’s hips and his grip was hard enough to bruise. He thrusted one, two, three more times and bit down hard on Elijah’s shoulder as he came with a grunt.
They stayed there for a minute, just catching their breath. Most of Orlando’s hair had escaped its tie, so he reached up and pulled the elastic free, shaking his hair out. The sweaty wet mess clung to his skin, but he was too satisfied to care. He sat down heavily on the couch and Elijah fell back into his lap. The jacket Elijah wore was nearly as soaked through as Orlando’s shirt and vest, but Elijah didn’t seem to notice.
“Mmm,” Orlando said, curling his arm around Elijah, resting a hand on his bare belly.
“Indeed,” Elijah agreed.
Orlando looked down at the mess on Elijah’s stomach that his hand now rested in, some of which he knew was on the couch, some he could see on the jacket. “Costuming is going to kill me.”
Elijah leaned his head back on Orlando’s shoulder to look at him though lidded eyes. “Well, at least it’s not as bad as my Frodo costume.”