How To Keep Fit
Title: How To Keep Fit
Pairing: Elijah/Orlando
Rating: NC17
Disclaimer: No I don't own them, yes this is made up.
Feedback: As always, any feedback is appreciated.
Notes: AU. Orlando works as a personal trainer in a gym. I promised
illuins_lair an orlijah, so here it is! Plus I'm going on holiday, so see you in a fortnight, friends!
"Ok then, Dom, that's you finished."
The young man opposite him climbed gratefully off the rowing machine and swiped the back of his hand across a forehead that was slick with sweat.
"Thanks, mate," he wheezed.
Orlando waved a hand casually and waited until Dom had left the room. Then he weaved his way through the gym, giving the other trainers and their unfit customers a wide berth.
"Hi, Liv," he said, going out to the front desk.
Liv, the receptionist at the town's largest gym, gave him a glance. "God, you smell a bit," she said, wrinkling her nose.
"Well, yeah, I've been working out all morning. Not all of us can sit at a desk all day."
Liv rolled her eyes and tapped the keyboard idly with her perfectly-manicured, white-tipped nails. "What do you want anyway?"
"Just wanted to know who I've got next," Orli said sweetly, leaning on the counter.
Liv threw her eyes to heaven once more with practised ease, and lifted a leather-bound diary.
"Elijah Wood," she said, looking up.
"Who's he?"
Liv shrugged. "How should I know?"
"Is he here yet?"
The front door was suddenly pushed open and a small, slight figure entered, carrying a gym bag. Orlando stood back slightly to let him go up to the desk, giving him the perfunctory visual once-over. Slimly built, not fat but with no muscle to speak of, nice skin...He gave himself a mental jolt.
“Hello," the customer said to Liv, pushing the thick glasses he was wearing up his sharp nose. "I made an appointment yesterday for a training session -”
“What's your name?" Liv asked, instantly turning from snappy and short-tempered to friendly and fair.
"Elijah Wood," the man said, fidgeting with the strap on his bag.
Orlando raised an eyebrow.
"Oh, right," Liv said, and her eyes met Orlando's for a spilt-second. "Well, this is Orlando Bloom - he'll be your personal trainer for your session."
Elijah turned a little to give Orlando a smile that showed gappy teeth and nervy eyes, of a stunning shade of cornflower. "Hi," he said.
"Alright, mate?" Orli replied, casually. "Why don't you head on and get changed and I'll see you in the main gym in a couple of minutes, OK?"
"Right," Elijah said, and obediently headed off in the direction of the sign saying 'Changing Rooms'.
"Have fun," Liv smirked with a wink as Orli headed back into the gym, and he shook his head slightly at how quickly she could read him.
***
"Right then. Have you ever been training seriously before?" Orlando asked, leaning on the window-ledge beside him.
"No," Elijah said, sounding slightly embarrassed.
“In that case,” Orlando said, straightening up and heading for the treadmill, “we’ll start lightly.”
***
“Looking good,” Orli said encouragingly, as Elijah struggled on the rowing machine. “You’re getting there. Three more pulls, then you can finish up.”
Elijah, a crimson blush high in his cheeks and his narrow chest heaving for ragged breaths, obeyed, then got up, legs shaking with the effort.
“Well done,” Orlando said, giving Elijah a smile and trying to look professional, rather than giving into the rather strong instinct to throw Elijah onto his front over the machine and fuck him hard. “Are you OK?”
Elijah nodded, leaning his hands on his thighs as he began to recover his breath.
“Your general fitness is improving,” Orlando told him. “I mean, this time last week you couldn’t have done that at all.”
“Yeah, I know.” Elijah straightened up, sharp gasps filtering through his words. “Thanks.”
Orli gave him a - hopefully casual - clap on the shoulder. “It’s nothing, mate. See you on Tuesday then.”
Elijah nodded, but hesitated on his way to the door.
“Everything OK?” Orli asked, raising his eyebrows slightly.
“Yeah,” Elijah said, but then licked his lips nervously. “Actually, Orlando....you want to come out with me sometime?”
Orlando’s heart flipped into his throat, then settled back into his ribcage with an intensely fast rate, as though he was a 20-stone middle-aged man after his first 10 minutes on a treadmill.
“Yeah,” he said, unable to stop a huge grin spreading across his face. “That’d be nice.”
Elijah returned the smile and left for the changing rooms, the double doors swinging shut silently behind him.
It was only when Orlando came to his senses, maybe 15 minutes later, that he realised Elijah hadn’t given him a phone number, an address, or a time and place to meet.
***
The atmosphere between the two seemed slightly different from normal when Elijah came in on Tuesday. Orlando quite preferred this new Elijah, with a barely-noticeable air of confidence and self-assurance, a smile firmly in place and cerulean eyes sparkling more than usual. The session flew past and at the end, Elijah shyly wrote a phone number on the back of Orlando’s hand.
“Call me?” he asked, eyebrows raised hopefully.
“Yeah,” Orlando said, beaming.
***
Saturday night, and the restaurant was packed. Orlando studied the menu in a moment of silence that wasn’t quite awkward, but not yet comfortable. He glanced up - Elijah too had his eyes fixed on the menu. He looked far more relaxed than Orlando felt - and he looked more at home in the smart jeans and casual shirt he was wearing than in his sports gear. Orlando couldn’t help but wonder what Elijah would look like under all that fabric -
“Are you OK?” Orli was jerked back to earth by Elijah, who was frowning at him in slight concern.
“Yeah, fine,” he said hastily. “What are you having?”
The evening flew past too quickly for Orlando’s liking. Before he knew it, they were squabbling over the bill and then leaving via the sleek, glass double doors, and strolling down the street that was still bathed in sunlight. Not quite together, but too close to be apart.
Orlando walked Elijah to his car, parked in the small car park at the end of the road, and resigned himself to the fact that, like building muscular bulk or getting generally fit after a lifetime of couch-potato-ism, romancing Elijah would be a slow and laborious process.
***
As it turned out, he was wrong.
Elijah was his last customer on Monday evening. The gym had emptied by the time Orlando was satisfied that Elijah had warmed-down properly.
“There, that’s you for today,” he said, giving Elijah a warm smile.
Elijah returned it, a sheen of sweat coating his smooth forehead. “Thanks.”
Orlando waved a hand casually. Elijah took a step forward.
“You know, I really enjoyed Friday,” he said. “We should do that again sometime.”
Orlando nodded. Elijah was standing a little too close now for casual conversation - and his mouth looked very soft and kissable from where Orlando was standing. And after all, he hadn’t kissed Elijah goodnight on Friday, had he?
He was just leaning forward to take charge and give Elijah’s mouth a workout, when Elijah took matters into his own hands, quite literally - leaning up and pressing his lips to Orlando’s while running his small hands through Orlando’s hair.
Orlando found his breath taken away from him in a manner that he hadn’t experienced since he ran his last marathon four months ago. But he carried on kissing regardless, using his own hands to explore the interesting contours of Elijah’s bony spine.
They broke apart, both panting and shiny-eyed.
“Fuck me?” Elijah asked, faux-casually.
Orlando snorted slightly in disbelief. “Just come right out and say it, why don’t you - I mean, don’t mince around with words or anything.”
Elijah laughed, a quick high-pitched yelp of a sound. “There’s nobody here, we might as well take advantage of the equipment.”
Orlando, his mind filling slowly with numerous possibilities, laughed too, and pulled Elijah close again, letting him feel Orlando’s semi-hardness through two pairs of tracksuit bottoms. Orlando, in turn, felt a similar bulk against his covered hip.
“Yeah, OK then, I’ll fuck you,” he murmured against Elijah’s jaw. He pressed his lips briefly to Elijah’s cheekbone, feeling the heated flush there, and then slipped his hands, without warning, down the front of Elijah’s tracksuits and boxers to cup his testicles.
Elijah let out a hard gasp, and gripped Orlando’s shoulders like a vice. Orlando took this as encouragement and ran his fingers over the hot, swollen sac, and then moved them further to the length that was even more swollen.
Elijah moaned, going soft and pliant against Orlando. Orlando manoeuvred him backwards onto the bench of the weight-machine and knelt between his legs, unceremoniously shoving the tracksuits and shorts down Elijah’s thighs. He began to knead gently at Elijah’s cock, before burying his head in Elijah’s groin and beginning an oral onslaught, much to Elijah’s enjoyment, if his moans and mewls were anything to go by.
“Orlando - Orli, stop, I’m nearly there -”
Orlando ignored him, powering his lips forcefully up the hard, leaking organ, and he received a pleasant flooding when he reached the head, as Elijah came and flopped bonelessly backwards.
A couple of minutes later, Elijah sat upright, eyes dazed and unfocused.
“Sorry about that - you didn’t even get to fuck me,” he said shyly, blinking several times in quick succession and pulling his tracksuits and shorts back up over his cock, which was still tingling with after-shocks of pleasure.
“Nothing to be sorry for,” Orlando said with a wicked smile, and got to his feet, giving Elijah a perfect view of his own erection. He winked, and held out his hand to help Elijah up. “Though, after that, I do have the perfect warming-down exercise for you...”
Pairing: Elijah/Orlando
Rating: NC17
Disclaimer: No I don't own them, yes this is made up.
Feedback: As always, any feedback is appreciated.
Notes: AU. Orlando works as a personal trainer in a gym. I promised
illuins_lair an orlijah, so here it is! Plus I'm going on holiday, so see you in a fortnight, friends!
"Ok then, Dom, that's you finished."
The young man opposite him climbed gratefully off the rowing machine and swiped the back of his hand across a forehead that was slick with sweat.
"Thanks, mate," he wheezed.
Orlando waved a hand casually and waited until Dom had left the room. Then he weaved his way through the gym, giving the other trainers and their unfit customers a wide berth.
"Hi, Liv," he said, going out to the front desk.
Liv, the receptionist at the town's largest gym, gave him a glance. "God, you smell a bit," she said, wrinkling her nose.
"Well, yeah, I've been working out all morning. Not all of us can sit at a desk all day."
Liv rolled her eyes and tapped the keyboard idly with her perfectly-manicured, white-tipped nails. "What do you want anyway?"
"Just wanted to know who I've got next," Orli said sweetly, leaning on the counter.
Liv threw her eyes to heaven once more with practised ease, and lifted a leather-bound diary.
"Elijah Wood," she said, looking up.
"Who's he?"
Liv shrugged. "How should I know?"
"Is he here yet?"
The front door was suddenly pushed open and a small, slight figure entered, carrying a gym bag. Orlando stood back slightly to let him go up to the desk, giving him the perfunctory visual once-over. Slimly built, not fat but with no muscle to speak of, nice skin...He gave himself a mental jolt.
“Hello," the customer said to Liv, pushing the thick glasses he was wearing up his sharp nose. "I made an appointment yesterday for a training session -”
“What's your name?" Liv asked, instantly turning from snappy and short-tempered to friendly and fair.
"Elijah Wood," the man said, fidgeting with the strap on his bag.
Orlando raised an eyebrow.
"Oh, right," Liv said, and her eyes met Orlando's for a spilt-second. "Well, this is Orlando Bloom - he'll be your personal trainer for your session."
Elijah turned a little to give Orlando a smile that showed gappy teeth and nervy eyes, of a stunning shade of cornflower. "Hi," he said.
"Alright, mate?" Orli replied, casually. "Why don't you head on and get changed and I'll see you in the main gym in a couple of minutes, OK?"
"Right," Elijah said, and obediently headed off in the direction of the sign saying 'Changing Rooms'.
"Have fun," Liv smirked with a wink as Orli headed back into the gym, and he shook his head slightly at how quickly she could read him.
***
"Right then. Have you ever been training seriously before?" Orlando asked, leaning on the window-ledge beside him.
"No," Elijah said, sounding slightly embarrassed.
“In that case,” Orlando said, straightening up and heading for the treadmill, “we’ll start lightly.”
***
“Looking good,” Orli said encouragingly, as Elijah struggled on the rowing machine. “You’re getting there. Three more pulls, then you can finish up.”
Elijah, a crimson blush high in his cheeks and his narrow chest heaving for ragged breaths, obeyed, then got up, legs shaking with the effort.
“Well done,” Orlando said, giving Elijah a smile and trying to look professional, rather than giving into the rather strong instinct to throw Elijah onto his front over the machine and fuck him hard. “Are you OK?”
Elijah nodded, leaning his hands on his thighs as he began to recover his breath.
“Your general fitness is improving,” Orlando told him. “I mean, this time last week you couldn’t have done that at all.”
“Yeah, I know.” Elijah straightened up, sharp gasps filtering through his words. “Thanks.”
Orli gave him a - hopefully casual - clap on the shoulder. “It’s nothing, mate. See you on Tuesday then.”
Elijah nodded, but hesitated on his way to the door.
“Everything OK?” Orli asked, raising his eyebrows slightly.
“Yeah,” Elijah said, but then licked his lips nervously. “Actually, Orlando....you want to come out with me sometime?”
Orlando’s heart flipped into his throat, then settled back into his ribcage with an intensely fast rate, as though he was a 20-stone middle-aged man after his first 10 minutes on a treadmill.
“Yeah,” he said, unable to stop a huge grin spreading across his face. “That’d be nice.”
Elijah returned the smile and left for the changing rooms, the double doors swinging shut silently behind him.
It was only when Orlando came to his senses, maybe 15 minutes later, that he realised Elijah hadn’t given him a phone number, an address, or a time and place to meet.
***
The atmosphere between the two seemed slightly different from normal when Elijah came in on Tuesday. Orlando quite preferred this new Elijah, with a barely-noticeable air of confidence and self-assurance, a smile firmly in place and cerulean eyes sparkling more than usual. The session flew past and at the end, Elijah shyly wrote a phone number on the back of Orlando’s hand.
“Call me?” he asked, eyebrows raised hopefully.
“Yeah,” Orlando said, beaming.
***
Saturday night, and the restaurant was packed. Orlando studied the menu in a moment of silence that wasn’t quite awkward, but not yet comfortable. He glanced up - Elijah too had his eyes fixed on the menu. He looked far more relaxed than Orlando felt - and he looked more at home in the smart jeans and casual shirt he was wearing than in his sports gear. Orlando couldn’t help but wonder what Elijah would look like under all that fabric -
“Are you OK?” Orli was jerked back to earth by Elijah, who was frowning at him in slight concern.
“Yeah, fine,” he said hastily. “What are you having?”
The evening flew past too quickly for Orlando’s liking. Before he knew it, they were squabbling over the bill and then leaving via the sleek, glass double doors, and strolling down the street that was still bathed in sunlight. Not quite together, but too close to be apart.
Orlando walked Elijah to his car, parked in the small car park at the end of the road, and resigned himself to the fact that, like building muscular bulk or getting generally fit after a lifetime of couch-potato-ism, romancing Elijah would be a slow and laborious process.
***
As it turned out, he was wrong.
Elijah was his last customer on Monday evening. The gym had emptied by the time Orlando was satisfied that Elijah had warmed-down properly.
“There, that’s you for today,” he said, giving Elijah a warm smile.
Elijah returned it, a sheen of sweat coating his smooth forehead. “Thanks.”
Orlando waved a hand casually. Elijah took a step forward.
“You know, I really enjoyed Friday,” he said. “We should do that again sometime.”
Orlando nodded. Elijah was standing a little too close now for casual conversation - and his mouth looked very soft and kissable from where Orlando was standing. And after all, he hadn’t kissed Elijah goodnight on Friday, had he?
He was just leaning forward to take charge and give Elijah’s mouth a workout, when Elijah took matters into his own hands, quite literally - leaning up and pressing his lips to Orlando’s while running his small hands through Orlando’s hair.
Orlando found his breath taken away from him in a manner that he hadn’t experienced since he ran his last marathon four months ago. But he carried on kissing regardless, using his own hands to explore the interesting contours of Elijah’s bony spine.
They broke apart, both panting and shiny-eyed.
“Fuck me?” Elijah asked, faux-casually.
Orlando snorted slightly in disbelief. “Just come right out and say it, why don’t you - I mean, don’t mince around with words or anything.”
Elijah laughed, a quick high-pitched yelp of a sound. “There’s nobody here, we might as well take advantage of the equipment.”
Orlando, his mind filling slowly with numerous possibilities, laughed too, and pulled Elijah close again, letting him feel Orlando’s semi-hardness through two pairs of tracksuit bottoms. Orlando, in turn, felt a similar bulk against his covered hip.
“Yeah, OK then, I’ll fuck you,” he murmured against Elijah’s jaw. He pressed his lips briefly to Elijah’s cheekbone, feeling the heated flush there, and then slipped his hands, without warning, down the front of Elijah’s tracksuits and boxers to cup his testicles.
Elijah let out a hard gasp, and gripped Orlando’s shoulders like a vice. Orlando took this as encouragement and ran his fingers over the hot, swollen sac, and then moved them further to the length that was even more swollen.
Elijah moaned, going soft and pliant against Orlando. Orlando manoeuvred him backwards onto the bench of the weight-machine and knelt between his legs, unceremoniously shoving the tracksuits and shorts down Elijah’s thighs. He began to knead gently at Elijah’s cock, before burying his head in Elijah’s groin and beginning an oral onslaught, much to Elijah’s enjoyment, if his moans and mewls were anything to go by.
“Orlando - Orli, stop, I’m nearly there -”
Orlando ignored him, powering his lips forcefully up the hard, leaking organ, and he received a pleasant flooding when he reached the head, as Elijah came and flopped bonelessly backwards.
A couple of minutes later, Elijah sat upright, eyes dazed and unfocused.
“Sorry about that - you didn’t even get to fuck me,” he said shyly, blinking several times in quick succession and pulling his tracksuits and shorts back up over his cock, which was still tingling with after-shocks of pleasure.
“Nothing to be sorry for,” Orlando said with a wicked smile, and got to his feet, giving Elijah a perfect view of his own erection. He winked, and held out his hand to help Elijah up. “Though, after that, I do have the perfect warming-down exercise for you...”