FIC: Lost Without You (BB/OB)(23/26)
Title: Lost Without You (23/26)
Author: sassywitch
Beta hisniblets
Pairing: OB/BB, mentions of BB/DM
Rating: NC-17 for the series, R for this chapter.
Summary: Orlando receives some devastating news and does his best to deal with it
Feedback: Feedback is my writers crack, which is not to be confused at all with plumbers crack.
Banner: By the amazing and talented loki_girl
Authors Notes: In this AU, Dom is less than the ditzy caring man we’ve all come to know through fic. If that has the potential to upset you please don’t go any further.
Disclaimer: Not at all true in reality. These men whilst adorable and perfectly happy to slash themselves, their actual relationship is something that they only know.
Word Count: 1356
Previous Chapters: Chapter 1| Chapter 2| Chapter 3| Chapter 4| Chapter 5| Chapter 6| Chapter 7| Chapter 8| Chapter 9| Chapter 10| Chapter 11| Chapter 12| Chapter 13| Chapter 14| Chapter 15| Chapter 16| Chapter 17| Chapter 18| Chapter 19| Chapter 20| Chapter 21| Chapter 22|
Posted to: fellow_shippers, sassyfic
It had been little less than a month since the emotional debacle that had been Dominic’s wedding. The wedding photo-spread had appeared in numerous glossy magazines and a delighted ‘we’re going to have a baby’ follow-up had appeared soon after. Much to Billy’s surprise it no longer hurt to think about Dominic and what he head meant to him for so long. Well that was a lie. It still hurt but it was no longer like the approach of death. More like a wound that itched and wouldn’t heal.
Orlando was a big part of that. He was the epitome of what a lover should be and for that Billy would be eternally grateful to the gentle young man. He knew that he wasn’t being fair to his young lover, he often caught a flash of sadness and hurt in his expressive face. An emotion he couldn’t quite mask before it was there to be seen.
And really? It wasn’t because Billy didn’t love him because he did. It was just different. He loved Dom with all his heart and soul, it was desperate and passionate and enveloping and by God it was more painful than he could ever imagine. His love for Dom was like a physical being inside him, desperate to escape and devour him.
With Orlando it was completely different. It was gentle and tender and tentative. It was comfortable. He could do or say anything without fear of loss or retribution. It was natural, but best of all, it was just there. Whenever Billy needed a hug, a kiss, a helping hand, a reassuring word or even just space, he got exactly what he needed.
It had almost broken Billy’s heart when Dom had thrown his inability to father children with his lad in his face, but Orlando had quietly gone out of his way to find a solution for them. It was almost as if he was daring the universe to tell them that he was wrong. Together they could do anything.
This time, however, it was Billy who was preparing the special dinner. Orlando had spent the afternoon at his first adoption meeting. So Billy had played hookie from his day’s schedule and prepared for their evening.
Orlando had given him so much without even realizing just how much, tonight Billy was going to give him the one thing he had asked him for.
At the sound of Orlando’s car pulling into the driveway Billy paused in the entryway for long enough to check his appearance in the mirror behind the coat hooks before he threw the door open.
“Hey, love.” Orlando murmured. He hefted a large envelope under one arm, a messenger bag in his hand as he shrugged out of his coat. Leaning forward he pressed his lips to Billy’s, his hand groping against the wall trying valiantly to hang his coat on the hook as he melted into the kiss.
“Needed that,” he spoke against Billy’s ear as his coat slid unnoticed to a crumpled heap on the floor.
“That bad?” Billy asked quietly trying to keep the worry out of his voice.
“Not bad, really.” Orlando shrugged. “James is worth every cent his exorbitant law firm asked for.” Orlando sighed as billy slid an arm around his waist and led him into the living room. Taking the messenger bag from his fingers Billy laid it on one end of the coffee table, then pulled the envelope out of his grasp and laid that on top of it. Pushing Orlando gently down onto the sofa, Billy sat on the free end of the table in front of Orlando and waited for him to speak.
“They say we can’t have a girl so that rules out more than half of our possibles. Then they said it will take two years or longer.” Orlando sighed. “They say they might not let me have a child at all.” Orlando leaned wearily back against the sofa. “James thinks that he can have our family complete within the next two months.”
“You can stop this right now, Orlando and I’ll understand. You don’t have to do this for me.”
“Bills don’t be daft. I wouldn’t do that to a child. It’s not a puppy. I want this. I want us to be a family. I’m not doing this for you, I’m doing it for us.”
“Don’t get your shorts in a bunch, Laddie. I just don’t want you to feel trapped.”
“Shut up, Bills.” Orlando leaned forward and grabbed Billy’s forearms, pulling him until he was sprawled across Orlando’s lap. “That’s much better.” He groaned as Billy settled into a more comfortable position straddling Orlando’s thighs. “Missed you.” Orlando sighed as Billy’s fingertips sifted through Orlando’s hair and massaged his scalp.
“You’ve only been gone for four hours, Orli.” Billy chuckled as Orlando’s eyelids fluttered closed.
“That’s a long time to be away from my drug of choice. I missed my kiss fix.”
“Numptie.” Billy grinned widely before leaning in to nibble on an earlobe. When he spoke his breath fluttered across the wet flesh causing a frisson of shivers to rippled through Orlando’s body, an unbidden moan bubbling from his lips.
“You don’t have any important meetings for the next couple of days do you?” he asked softly against Orlando’s ear.
“Well I thought about tying my boyfriend to our bed, but with his shooting schedule someone might miss him.” Orlando sighed as Billy’s lips resumed their licking and suckling.
“I have some plans for you.” Billy breathed, “But I don’t want you to be too uncomfortable tomorrow.”
Orlando was silent for a handful of seconds while his mind processed Billy’s statement from under a haze of arousal.
“Are you…?” Orlando asked hopefully his hands sinking to Billy’s hips and pulling him closer. His own hips pushing up against Billy’s struggling for greater contact than their clothing would allow.
“Aye, I am.” Billy whispered, interrupting him before he could fully form the question.
Orlando sat up so quickly he dislodged Billy from his lap and he fell backwards, landing on his back on the carpeted floor.
“Dammit. I’m sorry Bills.” Orlando apologized quickly.
“I can see that the moral to this story is not to get you too excited.”
“You have no fucking idea.” Orlando launched himself off the sofa, sprawling over the top of Billy, pinning him to the floor.
“Orlando?” Billy moaned into Orlando’s kiss. “I’m not going to make love to you for the first time on the living room floor.” He played with one of Orlando’s curls as he watched the recognition of what his statement said on Orlando’s face.
Orlando didn’t say a word, he swooped in for a deep open mouthed, sloppy kiss. Their tongues dueled wetly, teeth knocked, lips slid slickly. Their lips moist with saliva as they pulled apart to breath, both of them gasping brokenly, grinding against each other wantonly.
Hands braced on either side of Billy’s head, Orlando pushed himself to his feet. Unbalanced by the sudden movement he stumbled forward catching himself in Billy’s arms.
“Don’t break before I get you into bed.” Billy laughed.
Orlando sank down over him again. “you have no idea how much I want you.” Orlando moaned, his hips rocking against Billy’s, his lips trailing over his skin. “I want you to feel what I feel when I’m inside you. I want to feel what you do.” He whispered, before he lifted his head and grinned at Billy. “Fuck, you’ve turned me into a bloody girl again.”
“I happen to like your feminine side.” Billy chuckled, lifting his head to nip at the skin of Orlando’s throat.
“Do that again.” Orlando whimpered, tilting his head to the side allowing Billy better access.
Billy pushed against Orlando’s chest, rolling him onto his back, rubbing their bodies together hungrily. “I was serious, Orli.” Billy breathed, punctuating each word with a lick or a nip. “I won’t make love to you on the living room floor, not this time.” He rolled lithely off Orlando’s aroused body and extended both hands to him, beckoning him to accept his invitation.
Author: sassywitch
Beta hisniblets
Pairing: OB/BB, mentions of BB/DM
Rating: NC-17 for the series, R for this chapter.
Summary: Orlando receives some devastating news and does his best to deal with it
Feedback: Feedback is my writers crack, which is not to be confused at all with plumbers crack.
Banner: By the amazing and talented loki_girl
Authors Notes: In this AU, Dom is less than the ditzy caring man we’ve all come to know through fic. If that has the potential to upset you please don’t go any further.
Disclaimer: Not at all true in reality. These men whilst adorable and perfectly happy to slash themselves, their actual relationship is something that they only know.
Word Count: 1356
Previous Chapters: Chapter 1| Chapter 2| Chapter 3| Chapter 4| Chapter 5| Chapter 6| Chapter 7| Chapter 8| Chapter 9| Chapter 10| Chapter 11| Chapter 12| Chapter 13| Chapter 14| Chapter 15| Chapter 16| Chapter 17| Chapter 18| Chapter 19| Chapter 20| Chapter 21| Chapter 22|
Posted to: fellow_shippers, sassyfic
It had been little less than a month since the emotional debacle that had been Dominic’s wedding. The wedding photo-spread had appeared in numerous glossy magazines and a delighted ‘we’re going to have a baby’ follow-up had appeared soon after. Much to Billy’s surprise it no longer hurt to think about Dominic and what he head meant to him for so long. Well that was a lie. It still hurt but it was no longer like the approach of death. More like a wound that itched and wouldn’t heal.
Orlando was a big part of that. He was the epitome of what a lover should be and for that Billy would be eternally grateful to the gentle young man. He knew that he wasn’t being fair to his young lover, he often caught a flash of sadness and hurt in his expressive face. An emotion he couldn’t quite mask before it was there to be seen.
And really? It wasn’t because Billy didn’t love him because he did. It was just different. He loved Dom with all his heart and soul, it was desperate and passionate and enveloping and by God it was more painful than he could ever imagine. His love for Dom was like a physical being inside him, desperate to escape and devour him.
With Orlando it was completely different. It was gentle and tender and tentative. It was comfortable. He could do or say anything without fear of loss or retribution. It was natural, but best of all, it was just there. Whenever Billy needed a hug, a kiss, a helping hand, a reassuring word or even just space, he got exactly what he needed.
It had almost broken Billy’s heart when Dom had thrown his inability to father children with his lad in his face, but Orlando had quietly gone out of his way to find a solution for them. It was almost as if he was daring the universe to tell them that he was wrong. Together they could do anything.
This time, however, it was Billy who was preparing the special dinner. Orlando had spent the afternoon at his first adoption meeting. So Billy had played hookie from his day’s schedule and prepared for their evening.
Orlando had given him so much without even realizing just how much, tonight Billy was going to give him the one thing he had asked him for.
At the sound of Orlando’s car pulling into the driveway Billy paused in the entryway for long enough to check his appearance in the mirror behind the coat hooks before he threw the door open.
“Hey, love.” Orlando murmured. He hefted a large envelope under one arm, a messenger bag in his hand as he shrugged out of his coat. Leaning forward he pressed his lips to Billy’s, his hand groping against the wall trying valiantly to hang his coat on the hook as he melted into the kiss.
“Needed that,” he spoke against Billy’s ear as his coat slid unnoticed to a crumpled heap on the floor.
“That bad?” Billy asked quietly trying to keep the worry out of his voice.
“Not bad, really.” Orlando shrugged. “James is worth every cent his exorbitant law firm asked for.” Orlando sighed as billy slid an arm around his waist and led him into the living room. Taking the messenger bag from his fingers Billy laid it on one end of the coffee table, then pulled the envelope out of his grasp and laid that on top of it. Pushing Orlando gently down onto the sofa, Billy sat on the free end of the table in front of Orlando and waited for him to speak.
“They say we can’t have a girl so that rules out more than half of our possibles. Then they said it will take two years or longer.” Orlando sighed. “They say they might not let me have a child at all.” Orlando leaned wearily back against the sofa. “James thinks that he can have our family complete within the next two months.”
“You can stop this right now, Orlando and I’ll understand. You don’t have to do this for me.”
“Bills don’t be daft. I wouldn’t do that to a child. It’s not a puppy. I want this. I want us to be a family. I’m not doing this for you, I’m doing it for us.”
“Don’t get your shorts in a bunch, Laddie. I just don’t want you to feel trapped.”
“Shut up, Bills.” Orlando leaned forward and grabbed Billy’s forearms, pulling him until he was sprawled across Orlando’s lap. “That’s much better.” He groaned as Billy settled into a more comfortable position straddling Orlando’s thighs. “Missed you.” Orlando sighed as Billy’s fingertips sifted through Orlando’s hair and massaged his scalp.
“You’ve only been gone for four hours, Orli.” Billy chuckled as Orlando’s eyelids fluttered closed.
“That’s a long time to be away from my drug of choice. I missed my kiss fix.”
“Numptie.” Billy grinned widely before leaning in to nibble on an earlobe. When he spoke his breath fluttered across the wet flesh causing a frisson of shivers to rippled through Orlando’s body, an unbidden moan bubbling from his lips.
“You don’t have any important meetings for the next couple of days do you?” he asked softly against Orlando’s ear.
“Well I thought about tying my boyfriend to our bed, but with his shooting schedule someone might miss him.” Orlando sighed as Billy’s lips resumed their licking and suckling.
“I have some plans for you.” Billy breathed, “But I don’t want you to be too uncomfortable tomorrow.”
Orlando was silent for a handful of seconds while his mind processed Billy’s statement from under a haze of arousal.
“Are you…?” Orlando asked hopefully his hands sinking to Billy’s hips and pulling him closer. His own hips pushing up against Billy’s struggling for greater contact than their clothing would allow.
“Aye, I am.” Billy whispered, interrupting him before he could fully form the question.
Orlando sat up so quickly he dislodged Billy from his lap and he fell backwards, landing on his back on the carpeted floor.
“Dammit. I’m sorry Bills.” Orlando apologized quickly.
“I can see that the moral to this story is not to get you too excited.”
“You have no fucking idea.” Orlando launched himself off the sofa, sprawling over the top of Billy, pinning him to the floor.
“Orlando?” Billy moaned into Orlando’s kiss. “I’m not going to make love to you for the first time on the living room floor.” He played with one of Orlando’s curls as he watched the recognition of what his statement said on Orlando’s face.
Orlando didn’t say a word, he swooped in for a deep open mouthed, sloppy kiss. Their tongues dueled wetly, teeth knocked, lips slid slickly. Their lips moist with saliva as they pulled apart to breath, both of them gasping brokenly, grinding against each other wantonly.
Hands braced on either side of Billy’s head, Orlando pushed himself to his feet. Unbalanced by the sudden movement he stumbled forward catching himself in Billy’s arms.
“Don’t break before I get you into bed.” Billy laughed.
Orlando sank down over him again. “you have no idea how much I want you.” Orlando moaned, his hips rocking against Billy’s, his lips trailing over his skin. “I want you to feel what I feel when I’m inside you. I want to feel what you do.” He whispered, before he lifted his head and grinned at Billy. “Fuck, you’ve turned me into a bloody girl again.”
“I happen to like your feminine side.” Billy chuckled, lifting his head to nip at the skin of Orlando’s throat.
“Do that again.” Orlando whimpered, tilting his head to the side allowing Billy better access.
Billy pushed against Orlando’s chest, rolling him onto his back, rubbing their bodies together hungrily. “I was serious, Orli.” Billy breathed, punctuating each word with a lick or a nip. “I won’t make love to you on the living room floor, not this time.” He rolled lithely off Orlando’s aroused body and extended both hands to him, beckoning him to accept his invitation.