FIC: Lost Without You (BB/OB)(24/26)
Misogynistic
Title: Lost Without You (24/26)
Author: sassywitch
Beta hisniblets
Pairing: OB/BB, mentions of BB/DM
Rating: NC-17 for the series, NC-17 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: 1600
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| Chapter 23|
Posted to: fellow_shippers, sassyfic
Orlando accepted Billy’s hands gratefully, rolling lithely to his feet, almost pulling the smaller man down again. As he staggered against him finding his balance, Orlando threw his arms around Billy and gripped him in a tight bear hug, lifting him off his feet as he pulled their bodies flush together.
“Oi! Ye Wee Bampot! Ye be putting mah feet back on the floor.” Billy cussed in amusement. “If I trust ye we may never get to the bed.”
His teeth fastened on Billy’s pale neck, he nipped gently, his tongue laving across the lightly freckled skin as he suckled it wetly. His hands slid down Billy’s back, until they closed over the firm globes of his denim covered arse and pulled their bodies tightly together, grinding his hips relentlessly.
“You implying I’m not capable of getting us to bed?” Orlando whimpered.
“No, I’m saying you’re liable to drop me and break something and then I’ll never know what it’s like to be buried deep inside your tight arse.” Billy whispered against Orlando’s ear.
Orlando released his hold on Billy and dropped him unceremoniously to slide down his body and to his feet.
“What bedroom?.” Orlando moaned as his hands struggled to open his belt.
“What are ye doing?” Billy grinned, his hands trailing across the linen shirt Orlando wore, fingertips pushing the buttons open slowly, even as Orlando pushed his open trousers down to his thighs.
“Not taking any chances. Here Bills. Please.” Orlando begged, turning dark eyes to his lover.
“Aah, No, Ah don’t think so.” Billy replied, grabbing Orlando’s hand, he dragged him, stumbling through the hallway, his trousers tangling around his calves as he followed eagerly. A small table that stood against a wall in the hallway didn’t stand a chance as Billy turned and pressed Orlando against the wall, his teeth tugging at Orlando’s bottom lip as one thigh pressed between Orlando’s legs. Orlando’s hip rocked against the fragile table as he writhed against Billy’s thigh, desperate for greater friction. Neither man noticed the table tumbling to the floor, one spindly leg snapping under the weight of Orlando’s passion.
His small hand clenched around a handful of Orlando’s shirt, he pulled him off the wall without breaking their kiss.
Draggng him forwards, Billy released Orlando for long enough to catch him by the elbows as he fell forward, his feet tangled in his trousers.
“See what I mean.” Billy mumbled as he squatted down in front of his trembling lover, pushing his shoes and then his trousers off of his feet. Nuzzling his face against the hard ridge in Orlando’s soft white cotton boxers as he stood, Billy pulled the halves of Orlando’s shirt fronts apart, the buttons as yet unfastened sent pinging across the dark polished wood of the hallway floor.
Backing quickly through their bedroom doorway, Billy pulled Orlando after him, not stopping until they’d reached the edge of the bed. Sliding his hands under the edge of Orlando’s shirt, he pushed it off his shoulders. Leaning into Orlando’s heaving chest, Billy laved his erect nipples through the thin undershirt he wore.
Orlando tipped back his head and moaned wantonly at the feel of Billy’s tongue through his shirt. Lifting one hand to cup the back of Billy’s head, Orlando begged him with his hands and body.
Warm hands sliding down Orlando’s sides, Billy ran his fingertips under the soft cotton, pushing it up as his hands slid back up to brush over his nipples before pushing the shirt up and off. As the shirt reached his fingertips, Orlando dropped it to the floor behind Billy. Sitting on the edge of their bed, Orlando opened his arms and waited for Billy to step between his thighs.
Billy’s fingers twisted in Orlando’s curls, his thumbs brushing across Orlando’s cheekbones as he drew long deep breaths and struggled to slow them both down.
‘This wasn’t supposed to be like this.” Billy breathed as he tilted his head to press a slow kiss to Orlando’s kiss swollen lips.
“I like this.” Orlando whispered, tilting his head back so Billy could drag his lips across the light bristling of stubble across his chin and down his neck.
“I had a big seduction all planned.” Billy murmured, his guitar roughened fingertips brushing across Orlando’s nipples as he licked and nipped at Orlando’s throat.
“Shut it.” Orlando sighed. “you had me at hello.”
“You watch too many sappy films.” Billy chuckled, his hands coasting down Orlando’s arms.
“I do?” Orlando asked quietly, looking around the room for the first time. A small bowl of incense sat on the dresser burning fragrantly, sandalwood unless he missed his guess. Both bedside lamps were illuminated, the normal bulbs replaced by a soft muted wattage that gave the room the same soft lighting as late fifties romances. The bed was turned back with the top sheet and comforter folded back at the end of the bed and the russet sheet under his hand was obviously new and of a higher thread count than he had touched before. A mound of soft fluffy pillows sat at the head of the bed. His eyes moved to the bedside table, seeing a selection of their favourite massage oils and a variety of lubes. “You’ve thought a lot about this.” He stated turning his face back to Billy.
“Maybe.” Billy shrugged, “I wanted your first time to be perfect.” He answered, “well as perfect as it can be.”
“I’m sorry he hurt you.” Orlando pulled Billy against him, nuzzling his face against Billy’s strong chest.
“It couldn’t be helped.” Billy spoke.
“Can you tell me about it?” Orlando asked quietly, “Why don’t you think that it will be perfect?”
“Because it won’t be.” Billy murmured, “it’ll hurt like hell. I couldn’t sit down without hurting for almost a week.”
“You won’t do that to me.” Orlando replied quickly. “You won’t hurt me. I know you. Tell me what happened, Bills? Please?” his hands caressed Billy’s cotton covered back soothingly.
“It wasn’t his fault. I should have told him I was a virgin.” Billy shrugged. “You were right, it was in the alley behind that pub we used to go to. We didn’t have time for much prep, it wasn’t much better than dry.” Billy’s voice cracked as he slipped back into memories he’d spent weeks trying to suppress. “When he was done I finished myself off. It wasn’t so bad really. It just hurt. That’s all.”
“So what you’re telling me is that he was the selfish prick he is now even back then.” Orlando growled against Billy’s chest as he pulled him into a tight bear hug.
“It’s not his fault. I should have told him.” Billy pulled back a little, tilting Orlando’s head up to look into his face.
“Virgin or not.” Orlando refused to acknowledge Dom’s guiltlessness. “You’re special. Your first time shouldn’t be in an alley between dumpsters. It should be like this.” Orlando waved one hand around the room.
“We were both horny, where didn’t matter.” Billy answered.
“Let me clarify that.” Orlando spoke. “He was horny, you were already in love with him and would give him anything he asked. You thought he’d humiliate you for being a virgin, instead of treating you with the decency and if not love, affection that your….” Orlando paused looking for a word that didn’t sound trite to his own ears. “Fuck him. He should have accepted your gift with far more caring and love than he did. I can’t even begin to tell you how much I hate that selfish bastard.” Hands that had been trembling with passion now shook with anger.
“I don’t want you to hate him, it was all my fault more than it was his.” Billy caressed Orlando’s arms slowly.
“I don’t want to hate him either. I want to loathe and despise him and take away every thing he did to hurt you.” Orlando sighed, “But I’ll settle for making the rest of your life filled with what he wouldn’t give you. And feel sorry for the stupid bastard for throwing you away.” Orlando answered, licking at Billy’s neck as he spoke.
“I needed tonight to be special for you, Orlando.” Billy whispered against his hair.
“You wee eejit.” Orlando murmured, sliding his hands under the hem of Billy’s tee shirt. He pushed it up, smiling as Billy lifted his arms and flicked the shirt to the floor on top of his own. “So? What were your plans?”
“To give you everything you want.” Billy sighed as Orlando’s fingers plucked idly at the soft whorls of gingery hair across his chest.
“I’ve had that since the morning you came back from the dead.”
“I’ve never had a lover like you.” Billy stated as Orlando’s fingers opened the waistband of his jeans.
“Like what?” Orlando murmured, his fingers delving inside the open vee of Billy’s jeans.
“Can’t think when ye do that, Laddie.” Billy’s fingers closed around Orlando’s wrist and reluctantly pulled his hand from inside his jeans.
“Maybe I don’t want you to think.” Orlando leaned in to close his lips around one nipple and suckle it slowly, his teeth pulling at the fine whorls of hair as he pulled away.
Billy pressed his hands against Orlando’s shoulders and pushed him back against the bed, straddling him.
His hands on the sheets framing Orlando’s head as he kissed him slowly, his heavy denim covered arousal rubbing against Orlando. As his hips undulated slowly, he trailed his lips along the curve of Orlando’s chin, Billy looked up at him, his eyes dark and heavy lidded with his passion.
“Ye okay, Laddie?” Billy breathed.
“Don’t tease me, Billy.” Orlando almost whimpered.
Title: Lost Without You (24/26)
Author: sassywitch
Beta hisniblets
Pairing: OB/BB, mentions of BB/DM
Rating: NC-17 for the series, NC-17 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: 1600
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| Chapter 23|
Posted to: fellow_shippers, sassyfic
Orlando accepted Billy’s hands gratefully, rolling lithely to his feet, almost pulling the smaller man down again. As he staggered against him finding his balance, Orlando threw his arms around Billy and gripped him in a tight bear hug, lifting him off his feet as he pulled their bodies flush together.
“Oi! Ye Wee Bampot! Ye be putting mah feet back on the floor.” Billy cussed in amusement. “If I trust ye we may never get to the bed.”
His teeth fastened on Billy’s pale neck, he nipped gently, his tongue laving across the lightly freckled skin as he suckled it wetly. His hands slid down Billy’s back, until they closed over the firm globes of his denim covered arse and pulled their bodies tightly together, grinding his hips relentlessly.
“You implying I’m not capable of getting us to bed?” Orlando whimpered.
“No, I’m saying you’re liable to drop me and break something and then I’ll never know what it’s like to be buried deep inside your tight arse.” Billy whispered against Orlando’s ear.
Orlando released his hold on Billy and dropped him unceremoniously to slide down his body and to his feet.
“What bedroom?.” Orlando moaned as his hands struggled to open his belt.
“What are ye doing?” Billy grinned, his hands trailing across the linen shirt Orlando wore, fingertips pushing the buttons open slowly, even as Orlando pushed his open trousers down to his thighs.
“Not taking any chances. Here Bills. Please.” Orlando begged, turning dark eyes to his lover.
“Aah, No, Ah don’t think so.” Billy replied, grabbing Orlando’s hand, he dragged him, stumbling through the hallway, his trousers tangling around his calves as he followed eagerly. A small table that stood against a wall in the hallway didn’t stand a chance as Billy turned and pressed Orlando against the wall, his teeth tugging at Orlando’s bottom lip as one thigh pressed between Orlando’s legs. Orlando’s hip rocked against the fragile table as he writhed against Billy’s thigh, desperate for greater friction. Neither man noticed the table tumbling to the floor, one spindly leg snapping under the weight of Orlando’s passion.
His small hand clenched around a handful of Orlando’s shirt, he pulled him off the wall without breaking their kiss.
Draggng him forwards, Billy released Orlando for long enough to catch him by the elbows as he fell forward, his feet tangled in his trousers.
“See what I mean.” Billy mumbled as he squatted down in front of his trembling lover, pushing his shoes and then his trousers off of his feet. Nuzzling his face against the hard ridge in Orlando’s soft white cotton boxers as he stood, Billy pulled the halves of Orlando’s shirt fronts apart, the buttons as yet unfastened sent pinging across the dark polished wood of the hallway floor.
Backing quickly through their bedroom doorway, Billy pulled Orlando after him, not stopping until they’d reached the edge of the bed. Sliding his hands under the edge of Orlando’s shirt, he pushed it off his shoulders. Leaning into Orlando’s heaving chest, Billy laved his erect nipples through the thin undershirt he wore.
Orlando tipped back his head and moaned wantonly at the feel of Billy’s tongue through his shirt. Lifting one hand to cup the back of Billy’s head, Orlando begged him with his hands and body.
Warm hands sliding down Orlando’s sides, Billy ran his fingertips under the soft cotton, pushing it up as his hands slid back up to brush over his nipples before pushing the shirt up and off. As the shirt reached his fingertips, Orlando dropped it to the floor behind Billy. Sitting on the edge of their bed, Orlando opened his arms and waited for Billy to step between his thighs.
Billy’s fingers twisted in Orlando’s curls, his thumbs brushing across Orlando’s cheekbones as he drew long deep breaths and struggled to slow them both down.
‘This wasn’t supposed to be like this.” Billy breathed as he tilted his head to press a slow kiss to Orlando’s kiss swollen lips.
“I like this.” Orlando whispered, tilting his head back so Billy could drag his lips across the light bristling of stubble across his chin and down his neck.
“I had a big seduction all planned.” Billy murmured, his guitar roughened fingertips brushing across Orlando’s nipples as he licked and nipped at Orlando’s throat.
“Shut it.” Orlando sighed. “you had me at hello.”
“You watch too many sappy films.” Billy chuckled, his hands coasting down Orlando’s arms.
“I do?” Orlando asked quietly, looking around the room for the first time. A small bowl of incense sat on the dresser burning fragrantly, sandalwood unless he missed his guess. Both bedside lamps were illuminated, the normal bulbs replaced by a soft muted wattage that gave the room the same soft lighting as late fifties romances. The bed was turned back with the top sheet and comforter folded back at the end of the bed and the russet sheet under his hand was obviously new and of a higher thread count than he had touched before. A mound of soft fluffy pillows sat at the head of the bed. His eyes moved to the bedside table, seeing a selection of their favourite massage oils and a variety of lubes. “You’ve thought a lot about this.” He stated turning his face back to Billy.
“Maybe.” Billy shrugged, “I wanted your first time to be perfect.” He answered, “well as perfect as it can be.”
“I’m sorry he hurt you.” Orlando pulled Billy against him, nuzzling his face against Billy’s strong chest.
“It couldn’t be helped.” Billy spoke.
“Can you tell me about it?” Orlando asked quietly, “Why don’t you think that it will be perfect?”
“Because it won’t be.” Billy murmured, “it’ll hurt like hell. I couldn’t sit down without hurting for almost a week.”
“You won’t do that to me.” Orlando replied quickly. “You won’t hurt me. I know you. Tell me what happened, Bills? Please?” his hands caressed Billy’s cotton covered back soothingly.
“It wasn’t his fault. I should have told him I was a virgin.” Billy shrugged. “You were right, it was in the alley behind that pub we used to go to. We didn’t have time for much prep, it wasn’t much better than dry.” Billy’s voice cracked as he slipped back into memories he’d spent weeks trying to suppress. “When he was done I finished myself off. It wasn’t so bad really. It just hurt. That’s all.”
“So what you’re telling me is that he was the selfish prick he is now even back then.” Orlando growled against Billy’s chest as he pulled him into a tight bear hug.
“It’s not his fault. I should have told him.” Billy pulled back a little, tilting Orlando’s head up to look into his face.
“Virgin or not.” Orlando refused to acknowledge Dom’s guiltlessness. “You’re special. Your first time shouldn’t be in an alley between dumpsters. It should be like this.” Orlando waved one hand around the room.
“We were both horny, where didn’t matter.” Billy answered.
“Let me clarify that.” Orlando spoke. “He was horny, you were already in love with him and would give him anything he asked. You thought he’d humiliate you for being a virgin, instead of treating you with the decency and if not love, affection that your….” Orlando paused looking for a word that didn’t sound trite to his own ears. “Fuck him. He should have accepted your gift with far more caring and love than he did. I can’t even begin to tell you how much I hate that selfish bastard.” Hands that had been trembling with passion now shook with anger.
“I don’t want you to hate him, it was all my fault more than it was his.” Billy caressed Orlando’s arms slowly.
“I don’t want to hate him either. I want to loathe and despise him and take away every thing he did to hurt you.” Orlando sighed, “But I’ll settle for making the rest of your life filled with what he wouldn’t give you. And feel sorry for the stupid bastard for throwing you away.” Orlando answered, licking at Billy’s neck as he spoke.
“I needed tonight to be special for you, Orlando.” Billy whispered against his hair.
“You wee eejit.” Orlando murmured, sliding his hands under the hem of Billy’s tee shirt. He pushed it up, smiling as Billy lifted his arms and flicked the shirt to the floor on top of his own. “So? What were your plans?”
“To give you everything you want.” Billy sighed as Orlando’s fingers plucked idly at the soft whorls of gingery hair across his chest.
“I’ve had that since the morning you came back from the dead.”
“I’ve never had a lover like you.” Billy stated as Orlando’s fingers opened the waistband of his jeans.
“Like what?” Orlando murmured, his fingers delving inside the open vee of Billy’s jeans.
“Can’t think when ye do that, Laddie.” Billy’s fingers closed around Orlando’s wrist and reluctantly pulled his hand from inside his jeans.
“Maybe I don’t want you to think.” Orlando leaned in to close his lips around one nipple and suckle it slowly, his teeth pulling at the fine whorls of hair as he pulled away.
Billy pressed his hands against Orlando’s shoulders and pushed him back against the bed, straddling him.
His hands on the sheets framing Orlando’s head as he kissed him slowly, his heavy denim covered arousal rubbing against Orlando. As his hips undulated slowly, he trailed his lips along the curve of Orlando’s chin, Billy looked up at him, his eyes dark and heavy lidded with his passion.
“Ye okay, Laddie?” Billy breathed.
“Don’t tease me, Billy.” Orlando almost whimpered.