FIC: Lost Without You (BB/OB)(25/26)
Title: Lost Without You (25/26)
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| Chapter 24|
Posted to: fellow_shippers, sassyfic
Trailing his lips down his lover’s golden chest, his tongue laved a wet trail to his navel, before swirling round and round the small indentation, his thumb tracing the sun tattoo as his hands held Orlando’s hips firmly against the mattress.
Clambering off the bed, Billy pushed his jeans and boxers off his legs, his eyes never leaving Orlando’s face. Reaching almost blindly to the bedside table he scooped up a bottle of lubricant and a similar sized bottle of massage oil.
Batting Orlando’s coaxing hands away, Billy knelt at the bedside, licking a slow wet path from Orlando’s knee to the leg of his boxer shorts, repeating the process with his other leg, before standing and climbing onto the bed, coaxing his suddenly submissive partner higher on the bed. Orlando’s dark head against the russet pillows, his curls tousled, his eyes almost black with passion, heavy-lidded and slumberous, Billy’s breath caught in his throat. “Ye’re so beautiful.”
“There you go with that girl thing.” Orlando sighed as Billy moved to straddle his thighs.
Flicking the cap on the oil bottle Billy inverted the bottle slowly and drizzled a few drops along the centre of Orlando’s chest, smiling as the cool oil caused Orlando’s to hiss in surprise. Recapping the bottle, he dropped it to the sheet beside them and leaned forward, pressing his fingertips to the small droplets, spreading them across the tanned skin.
Spreading his small, elegant fingers, he kneaded the tightly muscled skin under his touch and spread the slippery liquid from the curve of Orlando’s sternum to his throat, his fingertips lingering longingly.
“You know what this is called laddie?” his fingers traced the visible indentation where his clavicle joined to his sternum.
“At the moment I don’t know what I’m called.” Orlando whimpered as Billy’s fingers traced his skin teasingly.
“Suprasternal notch.” Billy leaned forward to kiss the well oiled flesh. “I had to look it up so I could tell you what turns me on about you.” He rocked forward, allowing his arousal to rub against Orlando’s, seperated only by the soft cotton of Orlando’s boxers.
“That’s the only thing?” Orlando moaned as Billy’s fingers brushed over his hard nipples and returned again and again, before scraping them slowly with his thumbnails.
“Och no, laddie.” Billy breathed, unable to stop the hitch in his voice as he rolled his hips against Orlando’s. “There’s here”, he scraped his thumbnails over the tiny brown nipples once more before he trailed one hand down Orlando’s torso and lower to brush across the elastic waistband of Orlando’s boxers. “And here.” He murmured, his fingertips trailing back and forth, guitar rough fingertips catching on the fine hairs there.
Orlando’s hips arched up off the bed, almost launching Billy off the bed in his eagerness to have Billy’s hands on him.
“You’re so incredibly wanton.” Billy murmured catching Orlando’s boxer’s at his hips and pulling them down a little the elastic waistband trapping his arousal as Billy slid his hands back up his torso, massaging the tension from Orlando’s muscles as he did.
“Want you.” Orlando groaned, his hand scraping across his belly desperate for greater friction on his erection. “Please Billy. Please.”
“Don’t.” Billy growled then lifted Orlando’s offending hand and licked a long, wet stripe from his wrist to the tip of his pointer finger, before sucking that finger into his mouth and sucking slowly, swirling his tongue around the digit.
A sheen of perspiration prickled across Orlando’s skin as he watched Billy suck his finger, pulling away with an audible pop to lick the tips of each digit, his whole consciousness focused on the tip of that tongue tracing the ridges and grooves of his trembling fingertips.
His own eyes focused on Orlando’s face, watching his tongue darting out to wet his lips, it was all Billy could do to hold his own resolve and not pull Orlando on top of him, begging him to make love to him. Instead, as he sucked and licked Orlando’s long fingers, he let his free hand slide across the utilitarian
White boxers Orlando wore until his fingers wrapped around Orlando’s arousal and squeezed gently.
Orlando’s back arched tightly, a strangled moan torn from his lips as he thrust himself harder into Billy’s touch.
“Pleasepleaseohforfuckssakeyes!” he whimpered brokenly, torn between wanting and needing the same and yet more from his lover.
“So ye like?” Billy whispered against the pulse point in Orlando’s wrist before he nipped gently then suckled the reddened flesh gently.
Orlando’s free hand slid down to cover Billy’s hand on his boxers and squeeze it tightly, grinding the damp cotton covered ridge up into the stronger touch.
“Like you even have to ask.” He whimpered.
Removing his own touch completely, Billy lifted both of Orlando’s hands and moved them to the pillows on either side of Orlando’s head.
“Laddie, there’s just one thing I want you to do.” Billy whispered leaning down to kiss him gently, his hips deliberately rubbing across Orlando’s as he dipped into the kiss.
“Please? Billy. Want. You. So. Much.” Orlando gasped out from between soft lingering kisses.
Billy settled himself on top of Orlando, pressed together from chest to thigh, Billy struggled to maintain even the slightest semblance of control as his hips ground down of their own volition.
“I could roll ye over right now and let ye fuck me, laddie. But that’s not what ye want is it?” Billy let his hips thrust against Orlando harder drawing a strangled grown from both of them. “Ye want to feel me don’t ye. Deep inside ye. Fucking ye. Gently, inch by inch.” He paused as he struggled to form coherent words one hand sliding between them to push Orlando’s boxers down, desperately yearning to touch his lover.
“Nggh.” Whatever Orlando had been about to say was swallowed in the bitten back grimace of pleasure as Billy’s fingers finally touched him with no further barriers. “No gentle. Hard. Fast. Desperate.” He groaned. “Please Billy.” His hands left the pillow, where they had fisted the delicate pillow shams into wrinkled linen, to cup Billy’s head, pulling him closer, his kiss no longer just a kiss as he devoured the wet mouth hungrily.
“No.” Billy sighed against Orlando’s lips before pulling back to look into his face. “Want you to enjoy this too.” Sliding down the long golden body underneath him, Billy groaned as he pushed the offending fabric off his legs and dropped them on the floor. He smiled as Orlando’s legs fell open, his engorged arousal laying against his belly, a sticky smear of fluid already pooling against his skin. Billy crawled into the space between his thighs, his tongue licking Orlando’s belly as he moved, his breath warm across the tip of his arousal as his tongue flicked out to lick the smear of liquid pooling across the tattoo.
His left hand moved to dance his fingertips across Orlando’s thigh, gently plucking at the hair it passed. As his lips kissed and suckled Orlando’s belly slowly, his fingers slid through the tightly curling hair around the base of the thick shaft, his fingers caressing the taut sacs slowly, his eyes focused on Orlando’s face.
Orlando’s swiftly indrawn breath was all the response he needed. As his hand closed around the heavy arousal, tightly gripping as his grasp slid from root to tip in one movement, his mouth moved lower, licking slowly.
His right hand pressed tightly against Orlando’s hip, pressing him to the mattress as he would have thrust up into his touch, Billy stroked him slowly, the slight drag of his dry fingers counteracted by the fluid now trickling across them, lubricating a little more with each stroke. Opening his mouth slowly, he first kissed the taut globes of Orlando’s testicles his tongue flicking from between his teeth to lick quickly before he opened his mouth and suckled them wetly. The corners of his mouth turned up in a delighted grin as nonsensical babble sputtered from Orlando’s mouth, his eyes squeezing closed, his hands clenched in tight fists beside his head as Billy watched him fight against the urge to thrust wildly into his touch.
Squeezing his fingers into a tighter grip, Billy moved lower still, his tongue lifting the saliva slick sac, his warm breath across the moisture causing a ripple of gooseflesh across the fuzzy skin of Orlando’s thighs. The tip of Billy’s tongue brushed across the sensitive skin of Orlando’s perineum at the same time as his thumb nail dragged gently across the leaking tip of Orlando’s arousal.
Laying between Orlando’s widespread thighs, incredibly aroused by Orlando’s wanton thrusting and unintelligible muttering, his own hips ground down against the sheets beneath them. Feeling Orlando’s thigh tensing under his free hand, his twisting grip increased, his thumb flicked repeatedly across the tip as he let his tongue trail lower still, the tip circling against Orlando’s entrance.
As Billy’s tongue pushed slowly into Orlando’s tight opening, a scream of pleasure was ripped from Orlando’s lips. His body shook with the force of his orgasm, fluid pulsing to land against his belly.
Billy held him, his tongue still pushing into him, stroking as he slowly softened in his hand, before he released his hold and slid up to roll Orlando onto his side and into his arms, his own arousal pressing painfully into the younger man’s hip.
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| Chapter 24|
Posted to: fellow_shippers, sassyfic
Trailing his lips down his lover’s golden chest, his tongue laved a wet trail to his navel, before swirling round and round the small indentation, his thumb tracing the sun tattoo as his hands held Orlando’s hips firmly against the mattress.
Clambering off the bed, Billy pushed his jeans and boxers off his legs, his eyes never leaving Orlando’s face. Reaching almost blindly to the bedside table he scooped up a bottle of lubricant and a similar sized bottle of massage oil.
Batting Orlando’s coaxing hands away, Billy knelt at the bedside, licking a slow wet path from Orlando’s knee to the leg of his boxer shorts, repeating the process with his other leg, before standing and climbing onto the bed, coaxing his suddenly submissive partner higher on the bed. Orlando’s dark head against the russet pillows, his curls tousled, his eyes almost black with passion, heavy-lidded and slumberous, Billy’s breath caught in his throat. “Ye’re so beautiful.”
“There you go with that girl thing.” Orlando sighed as Billy moved to straddle his thighs.
Flicking the cap on the oil bottle Billy inverted the bottle slowly and drizzled a few drops along the centre of Orlando’s chest, smiling as the cool oil caused Orlando’s to hiss in surprise. Recapping the bottle, he dropped it to the sheet beside them and leaned forward, pressing his fingertips to the small droplets, spreading them across the tanned skin.
Spreading his small, elegant fingers, he kneaded the tightly muscled skin under his touch and spread the slippery liquid from the curve of Orlando’s sternum to his throat, his fingertips lingering longingly.
“You know what this is called laddie?” his fingers traced the visible indentation where his clavicle joined to his sternum.
“At the moment I don’t know what I’m called.” Orlando whimpered as Billy’s fingers traced his skin teasingly.
“Suprasternal notch.” Billy leaned forward to kiss the well oiled flesh. “I had to look it up so I could tell you what turns me on about you.” He rocked forward, allowing his arousal to rub against Orlando’s, seperated only by the soft cotton of Orlando’s boxers.
“That’s the only thing?” Orlando moaned as Billy’s fingers brushed over his hard nipples and returned again and again, before scraping them slowly with his thumbnails.
“Och no, laddie.” Billy breathed, unable to stop the hitch in his voice as he rolled his hips against Orlando’s. “There’s here”, he scraped his thumbnails over the tiny brown nipples once more before he trailed one hand down Orlando’s torso and lower to brush across the elastic waistband of Orlando’s boxers. “And here.” He murmured, his fingertips trailing back and forth, guitar rough fingertips catching on the fine hairs there.
Orlando’s hips arched up off the bed, almost launching Billy off the bed in his eagerness to have Billy’s hands on him.
“You’re so incredibly wanton.” Billy murmured catching Orlando’s boxer’s at his hips and pulling them down a little the elastic waistband trapping his arousal as Billy slid his hands back up his torso, massaging the tension from Orlando’s muscles as he did.
“Want you.” Orlando groaned, his hand scraping across his belly desperate for greater friction on his erection. “Please Billy. Please.”
“Don’t.” Billy growled then lifted Orlando’s offending hand and licked a long, wet stripe from his wrist to the tip of his pointer finger, before sucking that finger into his mouth and sucking slowly, swirling his tongue around the digit.
A sheen of perspiration prickled across Orlando’s skin as he watched Billy suck his finger, pulling away with an audible pop to lick the tips of each digit, his whole consciousness focused on the tip of that tongue tracing the ridges and grooves of his trembling fingertips.
His own eyes focused on Orlando’s face, watching his tongue darting out to wet his lips, it was all Billy could do to hold his own resolve and not pull Orlando on top of him, begging him to make love to him. Instead, as he sucked and licked Orlando’s long fingers, he let his free hand slide across the utilitarian
White boxers Orlando wore until his fingers wrapped around Orlando’s arousal and squeezed gently.
Orlando’s back arched tightly, a strangled moan torn from his lips as he thrust himself harder into Billy’s touch.
“Pleasepleaseohforfuckssakeyes!” he whimpered brokenly, torn between wanting and needing the same and yet more from his lover.
“So ye like?” Billy whispered against the pulse point in Orlando’s wrist before he nipped gently then suckled the reddened flesh gently.
Orlando’s free hand slid down to cover Billy’s hand on his boxers and squeeze it tightly, grinding the damp cotton covered ridge up into the stronger touch.
“Like you even have to ask.” He whimpered.
Removing his own touch completely, Billy lifted both of Orlando’s hands and moved them to the pillows on either side of Orlando’s head.
“Laddie, there’s just one thing I want you to do.” Billy whispered leaning down to kiss him gently, his hips deliberately rubbing across Orlando’s as he dipped into the kiss.
“Please? Billy. Want. You. So. Much.” Orlando gasped out from between soft lingering kisses.
Billy settled himself on top of Orlando, pressed together from chest to thigh, Billy struggled to maintain even the slightest semblance of control as his hips ground down of their own volition.
“I could roll ye over right now and let ye fuck me, laddie. But that’s not what ye want is it?” Billy let his hips thrust against Orlando harder drawing a strangled grown from both of them. “Ye want to feel me don’t ye. Deep inside ye. Fucking ye. Gently, inch by inch.” He paused as he struggled to form coherent words one hand sliding between them to push Orlando’s boxers down, desperately yearning to touch his lover.
“Nggh.” Whatever Orlando had been about to say was swallowed in the bitten back grimace of pleasure as Billy’s fingers finally touched him with no further barriers. “No gentle. Hard. Fast. Desperate.” He groaned. “Please Billy.” His hands left the pillow, where they had fisted the delicate pillow shams into wrinkled linen, to cup Billy’s head, pulling him closer, his kiss no longer just a kiss as he devoured the wet mouth hungrily.
“No.” Billy sighed against Orlando’s lips before pulling back to look into his face. “Want you to enjoy this too.” Sliding down the long golden body underneath him, Billy groaned as he pushed the offending fabric off his legs and dropped them on the floor. He smiled as Orlando’s legs fell open, his engorged arousal laying against his belly, a sticky smear of fluid already pooling against his skin. Billy crawled into the space between his thighs, his tongue licking Orlando’s belly as he moved, his breath warm across the tip of his arousal as his tongue flicked out to lick the smear of liquid pooling across the tattoo.
His left hand moved to dance his fingertips across Orlando’s thigh, gently plucking at the hair it passed. As his lips kissed and suckled Orlando’s belly slowly, his fingers slid through the tightly curling hair around the base of the thick shaft, his fingers caressing the taut sacs slowly, his eyes focused on Orlando’s face.
Orlando’s swiftly indrawn breath was all the response he needed. As his hand closed around the heavy arousal, tightly gripping as his grasp slid from root to tip in one movement, his mouth moved lower, licking slowly.
His right hand pressed tightly against Orlando’s hip, pressing him to the mattress as he would have thrust up into his touch, Billy stroked him slowly, the slight drag of his dry fingers counteracted by the fluid now trickling across them, lubricating a little more with each stroke. Opening his mouth slowly, he first kissed the taut globes of Orlando’s testicles his tongue flicking from between his teeth to lick quickly before he opened his mouth and suckled them wetly. The corners of his mouth turned up in a delighted grin as nonsensical babble sputtered from Orlando’s mouth, his eyes squeezing closed, his hands clenched in tight fists beside his head as Billy watched him fight against the urge to thrust wildly into his touch.
Squeezing his fingers into a tighter grip, Billy moved lower still, his tongue lifting the saliva slick sac, his warm breath across the moisture causing a ripple of gooseflesh across the fuzzy skin of Orlando’s thighs. The tip of Billy’s tongue brushed across the sensitive skin of Orlando’s perineum at the same time as his thumb nail dragged gently across the leaking tip of Orlando’s arousal.
Laying between Orlando’s widespread thighs, incredibly aroused by Orlando’s wanton thrusting and unintelligible muttering, his own hips ground down against the sheets beneath them. Feeling Orlando’s thigh tensing under his free hand, his twisting grip increased, his thumb flicked repeatedly across the tip as he let his tongue trail lower still, the tip circling against Orlando’s entrance.
As Billy’s tongue pushed slowly into Orlando’s tight opening, a scream of pleasure was ripped from Orlando’s lips. His body shook with the force of his orgasm, fluid pulsing to land against his belly.
Billy held him, his tongue still pushing into him, stroking as he slowly softened in his hand, before he released his hold and slid up to roll Orlando onto his side and into his arms, his own arousal pressing painfully into the younger man’s hip.