So um, if you expect me to be quiet....
I know, I don't say much. That may not change, just with this one post, but I figured I'd warn you anyway. If you have me friended and this burns your eyes, please don't feel bad about taking me off of your friends list. Usually, I'm just lurking to read and comment on the work of others but I've been convinced to try my hand at real person fiction. This isn't slash; I haven't quite worked up the nerve for that. Hey, it's fluffy and it's boys.
Title: Sprawl
Part(s): 1
Pairings: Hobbits and Orli
Rating: Oh, so G
Warnings: No Slash Ahead
Disclaimers: I don't know them and I'm not affiliated with them.
Beta: daydreamer and ickle_angel
Feedback: I love feedback of all kinds.
It is glorious and it can not be denied. Warm and close and secret: it is all of those things and more. It’s hip to belly, shoulder to thigh, nose to nape, tangled and twisted and perfect in every way.
As Orlando watches from the doorway, he can’t help but feel the pull of that comfort and the urge to be a part of it. Like puppies in a pile, stretching and nuzzling for space, Dom, Billy and Elijah are ensconced in a cocoon of blankets on the floor.
Billy is curled on one side, his head down and cradled in the crook of his arm, his eyes hooded, as he concentrates on his book. He reads, but there is the awareness of a heavy arm, curled around his waist and pulling his hips in close. There are long fingers lazily smoothing circles over his belly and there is the curling, tightening flutter in his stomach. He is aware of the warmth and heat and moist breath on his neck and shoulders as Dom nuzzles into the curve of his back, holding him close and humming to himself.
Lovely, liquid music pours through the ear buds of Dom’s media player, trickling it's way into his mind, then slowly washing over his body. His fingers stroke in time with the music, swirling and pulling like the tide against the expanse of skin beneath them. The bare flesh of Billy’s stomach shifts like sand, under the eddy of his fingertips, as Dom hums along quietly with the music and breathes in the close, salty scent of Billy’s neck. He moves slightly to shift the weight of Elijah’s head on his hip and then settles deeper into the blankets.
Eyes darting and fingers flying, Elijah plays his game, only marginally aware of what’s going on around him. His awareness is limited to the shifting curve of hip and thigh cradling his neck and to the warm foot that creeps back toward him under the blankets. Dom’s foot burrows slowly under the crook of his arm where it is braced against the floor and his toes search for purchase on soft skin. When they find what they’ve been searching for, they wriggle slowly. When he gets no response, Dom relents and is happy to simply press the sole of his foot to Elijah’s side for warmth, his arch flexing in time with the music in his head.
Orlando, still watching in the dim light of late afternoon, aches to join them but feels like an intruder. Sighing, he steps carefully around the pile of bodies to grab his phone and as he turns to go a small hand reaches out to grab his ankle. "Stay," Elijah whispers, not even looking away from the TV. There is a hum of approval from Dom and a distracted nod of assent from Billy. And although they continue to read and listen and play, there is a shifting and suddenly Orlando is surrounded by the sprawl.
Title: Sprawl
Part(s): 1
Pairings: Hobbits and Orli
Rating: Oh, so G
Warnings: No Slash Ahead
Disclaimers: I don't know them and I'm not affiliated with them.
Beta: daydreamer and ickle_angel
Feedback: I love feedback of all kinds.
It is glorious and it can not be denied. Warm and close and secret: it is all of those things and more. It’s hip to belly, shoulder to thigh, nose to nape, tangled and twisted and perfect in every way.
As Orlando watches from the doorway, he can’t help but feel the pull of that comfort and the urge to be a part of it. Like puppies in a pile, stretching and nuzzling for space, Dom, Billy and Elijah are ensconced in a cocoon of blankets on the floor.
Billy is curled on one side, his head down and cradled in the crook of his arm, his eyes hooded, as he concentrates on his book. He reads, but there is the awareness of a heavy arm, curled around his waist and pulling his hips in close. There are long fingers lazily smoothing circles over his belly and there is the curling, tightening flutter in his stomach. He is aware of the warmth and heat and moist breath on his neck and shoulders as Dom nuzzles into the curve of his back, holding him close and humming to himself.
Lovely, liquid music pours through the ear buds of Dom’s media player, trickling it's way into his mind, then slowly washing over his body. His fingers stroke in time with the music, swirling and pulling like the tide against the expanse of skin beneath them. The bare flesh of Billy’s stomach shifts like sand, under the eddy of his fingertips, as Dom hums along quietly with the music and breathes in the close, salty scent of Billy’s neck. He moves slightly to shift the weight of Elijah’s head on his hip and then settles deeper into the blankets.
Eyes darting and fingers flying, Elijah plays his game, only marginally aware of what’s going on around him. His awareness is limited to the shifting curve of hip and thigh cradling his neck and to the warm foot that creeps back toward him under the blankets. Dom’s foot burrows slowly under the crook of his arm where it is braced against the floor and his toes search for purchase on soft skin. When they find what they’ve been searching for, they wriggle slowly. When he gets no response, Dom relents and is happy to simply press the sole of his foot to Elijah’s side for warmth, his arch flexing in time with the music in his head.
Orlando, still watching in the dim light of late afternoon, aches to join them but feels like an intruder. Sighing, he steps carefully around the pile of bodies to grab his phone and as he turns to go a small hand reaches out to grab his ankle. "Stay," Elijah whispers, not even looking away from the TV. There is a hum of approval from Dom and a distracted nod of assent from Billy. And although they continue to read and listen and play, there is a shifting and suddenly Orlando is surrounded by the sprawl.