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FIC: Bottoms Up
Author: Ylith
Summary: Orlando meets James at a club and they come back home ready for some hot action…but there is one little snag in their plans.
A/N this is a silly fic, needed some time off from the angst! haha
The door to Orlando’s flat burst open, the flaming Englishman entering in a whir of lips and tongue whilst tangled in the embrace of another young man, an American named James.
Orlando couldn’t believe his good luck when he was thrown up against the wall by a pair of strong but not overly muscled arms. He gasped a little at the harsh impact, his lips immediately parting to accept the other man’s tongue.
The poor Brit had been without a deserving stud for several days, far too long in his genteel opinion. Tired of his boring losing streak, he’d gone to his favorite club that night in search of his perfect man. Such an Adonis he’d found in James…gorgeous twinkling eyes with perfect white teeth to match a gorgeous smile, the cherry on top being his killer body…those cut hipbones practically beacons for Orlando’s greedy eyes.
The guy was also nicely hung, if the bulge below his Levis was any indication. Orlando ground his hips against James’, nipping at his lips playfully.
James pressed Orlando’s wrists to the wall, tugging his head back away from Orlando’s teeth with a manly giggle. “What do you say we take this to the bedroom,” James said in a husky voice, his fingers working their way up Orlando’s t-shirt.
“Oh fuck yes,” Orlando groaned, allowing James to pull him away from the wall before he finally took the lead. He pulled James behind him into his bedroom, thanking the god of buttsex when James pushed him hard down onto his bed.
“You like that?” James asked, running his fingers through his slicked back brown hair.
Orlando turned on his back, propped up on his elbows and nodding as he spread his legs in invitation.
James knelt before him on the bed, leaning down to kiss him, pulling off his own jacket before reaching for Orlando’s shirt. The Brit let the American peel his t-shirt from his body, grinning in horny delight at the prospects the night held for him. Once their tops were removed to reveal only finely tanned naked flesh on both their parts, before sitting back again as though he had just remembered something.
“Almost forgot about the condom.”
Orlando and James sat up in unison, each reaching into their pockets…and each crashing their hand into the other’s in an attempt to hand him a condom.
“Here you go!” Orlando said with a playful smile, forcing the condom he held towards James.
The American returned his smile with a tooth all-American boy grin as he pushed his own condom back towards Orlando. “It’s ok,” he said. “You take it.”
Orlando pursed his lips in mild distaste, about thirty seconds without a dick in his ass away from TOTALLY queening out. “No…really…I insist.”
James face soured a little as well, the charm still strong though as he pushed his own condom back. “No,” he countered. “I insist.”
Orlando shifted himself on the bed, his nails twitching to open James’ face. He looked James in the eye and held the condom before the American’s face. “Look, lover…I don’t fuck…I get stuffed like a Thanksgiving Turkey…so why don’t you dress up for the occasion and we can go to town, yeah?”
James pushed Orlando’s hand down with set determination, holding his own condom up again which earned him a brow furrow from Orlando. “I don’t fuck either,” he said. “So why don’t you just put this on and we can get to the sex.”
His thirty seconds were up, and Orlando’s queen out commenced.
“Are you bloody kidding me?” he asked, his voice raising in tone and losing some of its husky velvet smoothness. “Look at me! Do I look like some burly top that’s going to fuck you in half? It’s pretty bloody obvious I’m a big Nelly Bottom, mate, I shouldn’t have to wear it on a t-shirt for you to pick it up.”
James shrugged in a noncommittal way that made him look like an Abercrombie model. “I didn’t know,” he said. “I’ve known a lot of skinny little guys that are fem during the day and total tops at night.”
“Well…you were wrong, so don the love glove and let’s do this,”
“I like to get fucked,” James said as though it were the most obvious thing in the world.
They stared at each other for several moments before Orlando gave a little roar of frustration, his hands clenching into fists at his sides. “But you are so hot!! You even look a little straight in good lighting! The way you threw me against I never would have figured you for a pillow biter.”
“Well…” James said, not a single muscle in his entire body or face twitching. “I am.”
“Bollocks!” Orlando shouted in irritation. “Why can’t people bloody well follow stereotypes??”
Both Orlando and James immediately reached into their back pocket and pulled forth a mobile phone. They turned their backs to each other as they dialed their own emergency number.
Orlando waited as the phone rang on the other end, crossing his arms and legs and glaring over his shoulder, only to find James glaring back.
“Hello?”
Orlando perked at hearing the voice on the other end of the phone. “Eric…it’s Orli…yeah my night turned out absolute shite…could you do me a favor love…yeah, could you get your dick here?…yeah right now…no, I’ve got the condom covered…fabulous.”
Orlando closed his phone just in time to hear James say, “Hugh?…Yeah, it’s James…yeah I’m at this guy’s flat…total bottom, ruined my plans…yeah could you?” He looked back to Orlando again. “What’s your address?”
Orlando said it quickly, eager for his problem to be solved.
James relayed the address to his ‘Hugh’ before quickly wrapping up the conversation. He then closed his own phone, leaving both him and Orlando sitting in shirtless silence on Orlando’s bed, their arms crossed and lips pursed in distaste.
Orlando’s foot tapped gently in the air, his ass twitching for something to feel it, but the knowledge that a suitable filler was on the way eased him somewhat. He slowly calmed, and looked back when he heard James’ voice again.
“Sorry it didn’t work out,” James said over his shoulder.
Orlando glanced over as well. “Yeah,” he said, his voice soft. “Me too.”
“I still think you’re mega hot,” James said, his brows arching in an animated fashion.
“You too,” Orlando agreed, returning the smile offered him.
James turned to face him full on, and Orlando began to wonder how he had thought this guy was a top in the first place. “You know,” James said. “We might as well make the best of this…”
Orlando quirked a brow in question.
“Well,” James continued. “You’ve got someone coming…I’ve got someone coming…care for a four way?”
Orlando pursed his lips in consideration, needing a whole half a second before nodding vigorously. “Yeah, that could be good.”
After all, the possibility of some good old fashioned DP was far too good to pass up for a boy like Orlando. It was as his mother used to say…the more the merrier!
It may not have been the ‘more’ he intended…but it sounded damn good to Orlando.
The End
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