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Waugh theartoffic I'm so sorry! I know I promised you a fic but life has been terrible lately. I'm actually supposed to be writing an essay right now, and studying for finals but this bunny just refused to hop along its merry way. Please consider this my apology, and the one I promised is definitely in the works! *squeezes* But I won't be around for a while, I don't think. Hopefully not longer than two weeks.
Fantasy 1
OB/EW
R, pretty much PWP.
Not true.
Actually kind of long.
As soon as he registered the curious gleam in Elijah's eye, Orlando knew he should have kept his mouth shut.
"You have a fantasy that can make you come immediately?" Elijah asked incredulously. "Like, right when you think it?"
Orlando looked away. "Usually that's how it happens," he mumbled, furiously thinking of a way to switch the topic. "Umm... so what--"
"Oh, no you don't," Elijah warned. "You're going to tell me what that fantasy is."
"No--Lij--really... I'd really rather... keep it to myself. I don't... think you'd want to hear it."
Orlando looked and sounded so uncomfortable that Elijah uncharacteristically let the subject drop. At least, he let Orlando think he let the subject drop. He popped a DVD into the player, and snuck a look at Orlando, whose look of immense relief only served to arouse Elijah's curiosity even more.
--
Elijah nudged forward, his cock gently prodding against the taller man's prostate. Orlando couldn't control the ripples of pleasure that coursed through his body, nor the gasp that fell past his lips. He clenched his fists in a desperate grasp for control around the bars of the bedframe near his head as he realized, too late, that Elijah hadn't forgotten about their earlier conversation. The stubborn younger man never went this slowly unless he wanted something. Orlando prayed he could deny Elijah, just this once.
As expected, Elijah began, a little breathlessly: "So, Orli..."
Orlando forced his eyes to focus and met Elijah's gaze. "Y-yes?" Damn, he hadn't meant to stutter.
Elijah smiled with satisfaction at this sign of weakened control. "Earlier... you mentioned a fantasy." He leaned forward to pressed his lips against Orlando's throat. His voice hummed through Orlando's body when he continued, "Would you care to share it with me now?" He pushed his hips forward again, only slightly.
Orlando closed his eyes and tried to ignore the feel of Elijah before answering lightly, "No, I don't quite recall--"
Elijah growled and shoved his hips into Orlando's. Good. If he could agitate Elijah enough to go faster, then there would be no more room for talking, for thoughts.
But the hope proved to be futile, as Elijah pulled back and stayed back. Orlando kept his eyes closed, knowing that he'd see that irresistably wicked--and seductive--smile on Elijah's face if he looked, and that would be more than he could handle.
"C'mon, Orlando," Elijah taunted. "What are you afraid of?" He slowly pushed back in.
Orlando bit his lip. No, he couldn't tell Elijah. Even if... no matter how much he wanted to. It would ruin everything. He had to let Elijah keep thinking that this was all they were, just sex--anything more would scare the younger man off. His fantasy had to remain a fantasy, and he hammered this thought into his head, and his heart, and gained the strength to resist.
He opened his eyes, and his resolve faltered as he met those unreal blue eyes. He struggled to keep the wistfulness out of his smile as he said, "Nope. Sorry, man, you're not getting this one out of me."
"Oh, really? That," Elijah smirked, pushing forward with every second syllable, "was exactly what you said about my Christmas present, and my birthday present--" He broke off, gasping as he allowed himself a few unrestrained strokes into Orlando's tight heat. He reluctantly slowed and sighed. "So, Oh Secretive One, you are going to tell me."
Orlando felt the pleasure mount and said nothing but closed his eyes again.
Elijah narrowed his eyes and, as slowly as he could, slid forward. Orlando's eyelids fluttered. Elijah withdrew.
He pushed forward again. Orlando bit his lip again.
Again, and Orlando's lip whitened from the pressure of his teeth, as did his knuckles when he tightened his grip on the bars.
"C'mon, Orli," Elijah wheedled. "You know you want to."
Again, and Orlando's legs tightened around Elijah's waist, a silent plea for less teasing, more fucking.
Elijah pulled back and waited. Eventually Orlando opened his eyes and relaxed his body. He opened his mouth, fully intending to tell Elijah he was going to keep his secret. "I--"
Elijah, seeing his opportunity, shoved forward.
"--pretend--" Crap. He hadn't meant to say that at all.
When Orlando stopped talking, Elijah pulled away slightly and shoved back in quickly before prompting, "You pretend...?"
The breathy voice undid Orlando's resolve, as it always did. "I pretend that you..."
Elijah smiled satisfaction and quit his teasing, knowing how to get Orlando to reveal the truth. Orlando gasped and the rest came tumbling out as Elijah fucked him harder with every word.
"... tell me... that you... love me."
Even Orlando's humiliation at confessing to Elijah, and his fear that this might be the worst decision in his life, couldn't stop the instant orgasm that racked his body as he allowed himself to play out the fantasy in his mind. He arched his back and came, pretending he could hear those words, that he could see Elijah saying them. He shoved away at the dread that gnawed at his nerves, knowing that this would be the last time he could be with Elijah this way.
Even Elijah's shock at Orlando's confession, and his fear of anything beyond physical intimacy, couldn't stop the orgasm that racked his body as he took in the sight of Orlando coming beneath him. That beautiful flush was working itself across that even more beautiful face framed by those soft curls, down that strong chest, which was quickly covered also in white hot spurts that spanned that muscular stomach--and it was all because of Elijah. He blocked out everything but that knowledge, and came, collapsing onto Orlando's heated body. He gulped in air, knowing he couldn't continue to give Orlando the wrong idea by lying on top of him like this. He wondered briefly at the reluctance he felt at leaving, and disregarded it. He just didn't want to give up the amazing sex, and that was all.
Orlando's fears were confirmed when Elijah wordlessly lifted himself up and pulled out. He couldn't bear to watch as he heard Elijah pad quietly to the bathroom and shut the door. He rolled to his side, hugging the pillow, and pretended to be asleep when Elijah came back and covered them both with the blanket--as usual--and did not snuggle into Orlando's arms--not as usual.
He still had not fallen asleep by the time Elijah left only a few hours later, in the middle of the night. He squeezed his eyes shut against the pain he felt at the sound of Elijah's car starting.
Fantasy 1
OB/EW
R, pretty much PWP.
Not true.
Actually kind of long.
As soon as he registered the curious gleam in Elijah's eye, Orlando knew he should have kept his mouth shut.
"You have a fantasy that can make you come immediately?" Elijah asked incredulously. "Like, right when you think it?"
Orlando looked away. "Usually that's how it happens," he mumbled, furiously thinking of a way to switch the topic. "Umm... so what--"
"Oh, no you don't," Elijah warned. "You're going to tell me what that fantasy is."
"No--Lij--really... I'd really rather... keep it to myself. I don't... think you'd want to hear it."
Orlando looked and sounded so uncomfortable that Elijah uncharacteristically let the subject drop. At least, he let Orlando think he let the subject drop. He popped a DVD into the player, and snuck a look at Orlando, whose look of immense relief only served to arouse Elijah's curiosity even more.
--
Elijah nudged forward, his cock gently prodding against the taller man's prostate. Orlando couldn't control the ripples of pleasure that coursed through his body, nor the gasp that fell past his lips. He clenched his fists in a desperate grasp for control around the bars of the bedframe near his head as he realized, too late, that Elijah hadn't forgotten about their earlier conversation. The stubborn younger man never went this slowly unless he wanted something. Orlando prayed he could deny Elijah, just this once.
As expected, Elijah began, a little breathlessly: "So, Orli..."
Orlando forced his eyes to focus and met Elijah's gaze. "Y-yes?" Damn, he hadn't meant to stutter.
Elijah smiled with satisfaction at this sign of weakened control. "Earlier... you mentioned a fantasy." He leaned forward to pressed his lips against Orlando's throat. His voice hummed through Orlando's body when he continued, "Would you care to share it with me now?" He pushed his hips forward again, only slightly.
Orlando closed his eyes and tried to ignore the feel of Elijah before answering lightly, "No, I don't quite recall--"
Elijah growled and shoved his hips into Orlando's. Good. If he could agitate Elijah enough to go faster, then there would be no more room for talking, for thoughts.
But the hope proved to be futile, as Elijah pulled back and stayed back. Orlando kept his eyes closed, knowing that he'd see that irresistably wicked--and seductive--smile on Elijah's face if he looked, and that would be more than he could handle.
"C'mon, Orlando," Elijah taunted. "What are you afraid of?" He slowly pushed back in.
Orlando bit his lip. No, he couldn't tell Elijah. Even if... no matter how much he wanted to. It would ruin everything. He had to let Elijah keep thinking that this was all they were, just sex--anything more would scare the younger man off. His fantasy had to remain a fantasy, and he hammered this thought into his head, and his heart, and gained the strength to resist.
He opened his eyes, and his resolve faltered as he met those unreal blue eyes. He struggled to keep the wistfulness out of his smile as he said, "Nope. Sorry, man, you're not getting this one out of me."
"Oh, really? That," Elijah smirked, pushing forward with every second syllable, "was exactly what you said about my Christmas present, and my birthday present--" He broke off, gasping as he allowed himself a few unrestrained strokes into Orlando's tight heat. He reluctantly slowed and sighed. "So, Oh Secretive One, you are going to tell me."
Orlando felt the pleasure mount and said nothing but closed his eyes again.
Elijah narrowed his eyes and, as slowly as he could, slid forward. Orlando's eyelids fluttered. Elijah withdrew.
He pushed forward again. Orlando bit his lip again.
Again, and Orlando's lip whitened from the pressure of his teeth, as did his knuckles when he tightened his grip on the bars.
"C'mon, Orli," Elijah wheedled. "You know you want to."
Again, and Orlando's legs tightened around Elijah's waist, a silent plea for less teasing, more fucking.
Elijah pulled back and waited. Eventually Orlando opened his eyes and relaxed his body. He opened his mouth, fully intending to tell Elijah he was going to keep his secret. "I--"
Elijah, seeing his opportunity, shoved forward.
"--pretend--" Crap. He hadn't meant to say that at all.
When Orlando stopped talking, Elijah pulled away slightly and shoved back in quickly before prompting, "You pretend...?"
The breathy voice undid Orlando's resolve, as it always did. "I pretend that you..."
Elijah smiled satisfaction and quit his teasing, knowing how to get Orlando to reveal the truth. Orlando gasped and the rest came tumbling out as Elijah fucked him harder with every word.
"... tell me... that you... love me."
Even Orlando's humiliation at confessing to Elijah, and his fear that this might be the worst decision in his life, couldn't stop the instant orgasm that racked his body as he allowed himself to play out the fantasy in his mind. He arched his back and came, pretending he could hear those words, that he could see Elijah saying them. He shoved away at the dread that gnawed at his nerves, knowing that this would be the last time he could be with Elijah this way.
Even Elijah's shock at Orlando's confession, and his fear of anything beyond physical intimacy, couldn't stop the orgasm that racked his body as he took in the sight of Orlando coming beneath him. That beautiful flush was working itself across that even more beautiful face framed by those soft curls, down that strong chest, which was quickly covered also in white hot spurts that spanned that muscular stomach--and it was all because of Elijah. He blocked out everything but that knowledge, and came, collapsing onto Orlando's heated body. He gulped in air, knowing he couldn't continue to give Orlando the wrong idea by lying on top of him like this. He wondered briefly at the reluctance he felt at leaving, and disregarded it. He just didn't want to give up the amazing sex, and that was all.
Orlando's fears were confirmed when Elijah wordlessly lifted himself up and pulled out. He couldn't bear to watch as he heard Elijah pad quietly to the bathroom and shut the door. He rolled to his side, hugging the pillow, and pretended to be asleep when Elijah came back and covered them both with the blanket--as usual--and did not snuggle into Orlando's arms--not as usual.
He still had not fallen asleep by the time Elijah left only a few hours later, in the middle of the night. He squeezed his eyes shut against the pain he felt at the sound of Elijah's car starting.