Misunderstood 6
Title: Misunderstood 6
Author: Molly (spillingvelvet)
Pairing: Orlando Bloom/Elijah Wood
Rating: SUPER-SPICY NOT FOR CHILDREN AT ALL.
Summary: Elijah was on the case!
Disclaimer: I am in no way affiliated with the characters represented in these stories, nor do I make any money in the stories creation.
A/N: Beta by the miraculous abundantlyqueer and the majestic talesinbloom. I am sure several of you out there assumed this was dead in the water, and I am truly sorry for the length of time between these final chapters. This series is essentially complete, but I reserve the right to add bits at any point in the nebulous future. SO THERE.
The trailer was relatively unoccupied, save one or two techs fiddling with a broken clothing rack in the far end. So, Orlando crept up behind Elijah, who was amusing himself with an electric razor, and tickled the back of his neck. Elijah squirmed and threw his head back, mirth making his eyes shine.
Orlando smiled upside-down at Elijah, bending over and planting a soft, giving kiss to the slight furrow between his eyebrows.
"Hiya," he straightened up and his lips made a wet click when he smiled wider. He dragged his index finger from the tip of Elijah's nose to his artificial hairline, still wet with glue.
"Hey," Elijah grinned back and spun his chair around, catching Orlando between his knees. He glanced around furtively and then switched off the razor.
Elijah stood and kissed Orlando quick and light on the mouth, looking extremely pleased with his almost-public display of affection. Orlando rolled his eyes and snagged the back of Elijah's neck, pulling him into a short, fierce snog, complete with tongue-sucking and lip biting. All in under five seconds.
Elijah blinked dazedly up at him.
"Damnit," he laughed and licked his lips.
Orlando smiled and cleared his throat, letting it smooth into a quiet 'mmm' and nodded.
"Tonight?" he asked, eyebrows raised.
"Do you want to stay over, after the bar?" Elijah seemed to find his razor very interesting.
"Can we braid each other's hair?" Orlando's eyes twinkled and he leaned in, pressing a warm kiss to the side of Elijah's flushed neck.
***
Orlando sidled up behind Elijah in the pub, wrapping a long, lanky arm around Elijah's middle. They molded together back to front and Orlando bent his head, tucking the warm bump of his nose against the back of Elijah's neck. Elijah smiled and turned his head, catching Orlando's mouth soundly.
"Oi," Dom crowed, "this is a public area, you dirty buggers!"
Orlando soundlessly flipped him off and continued kissing Elijah thoroughly for a few moments before slowly parting their mouths. He licked his lips and grinned around at their companions.
"You're just upset that the Elf Party has become exclusive," he scooped a handful of peanuts from a bowl on the bar and tossed one at Dom's nose.
"It's true," Billy chimed in, brushing salt from Dom's cheek, "he's a sore loser."
Elijah went very still, his face a mask of surprise and slight dismay. He turned and stared at Orlando, who was still preoccupied with throwing peanuts and dodging bits of beermats from Dom. Orlando quieted down and sipped his beer, looking down at Elijah finally.
"What's up?" he asked.
"Nothing," Elijah turned stiffly back around and sipped his beer, his ears going slowly red.
Orlando looked at the side of Elijah's head for a few moments and then set his glass down with a wet thunk.
"Come here," he whispered and pulled Elijah through the press of cast and crew that had taken over the pub in the last half-hour. Elijah plodded behind somewhat reluctantly, walking slowly enough that Orlando had to keep pulling him forward until they reached a more secluded corner.
"What's the matter?" Orlando quirked his head to the side and tucked his arm around Elijah's shoulders.
"It's just... You never told me you were..." he broke off to look around covertly and gave Orlando a significant look, "You know. Before."
"Gay?" Orlando's face darkened, and he pulled back, crossing his arms, "Poufter? Shirt lifter? Flaming queer?"
"Shh!" Elijah flapped his hands.
"Elijah, we were just snogging in front of the whole pub, they all know WE'RE SHAGGING," he finished with a shout, drawing looks from nearby patrons, some sniggering into their drinks.
"We're not, yet," Elijah mumbled and stared moodily across the room.
"Yet," Orlando cooed, tucking his face down into the side of Elijah's neck. "Let's get out of here, hmm?" He nosed Elijah's cheek, and again when he didn't get a response.
"C'mooon," he whined, "You can't really be mad at me for not shagging Dom anymore."
He kept pressing his face into Elijah's until Elijah gave up and smiled back, his cheek pushing sideways on Orlando's nose.
"Okay," Elijah said, "Poofter."
Orlando grinned brilliantly and triumphantly, and scooped his hand, tilting his head toward the door. Elijah's mouth quirked at the conspiratorial glint in Orlando's eye, and gave a downwards, decisive jut of his chin. They joined hands again and wove back through the crowd towards the door, passing by the other hobbits without a backwards glance.
Elijah's heart started thudding deep in his chest at the thought that they were going Somewhere Else to Do Things. The teenage boy inside his pants leapt for joy, while the inexperienced side of him felt all the blood flush to his face. Things. Things with Orlando. Things! With Orlando!
Orlando's hand was very cool and strong wrapped around his. He could see the corners of Orlando's mouth twitching with excitement. Elijah felt his hand start to sweat, and coughed into his shoulder.
They burst out into the cool night air. The dewy hair at the nape of Elijah's neck curled in the humidity and the perspiration on his forehead felt clammy when he reached up to wipe his hair off it. Orlando patted his pockets for his keys with his free hand and they began to weave through the cars in the lot. Orlando's jeep was parked under a light. Elijah felt his shoulders begin to tense. Orlando switched his grip from Elijah's hand, to a loping arm over his shoulders, pressing a wet kiss to Elijah's hairline. It was the most natural thing in the world to wrap his arm around Orlando's waist and smile up into Orlando's cheek. Things! They separated as they reached Orlando's jeep, Elijah almost tripping over the concrete blockade at the head of Orlando's parking space.
"Hang on a mo'," Orlando said suddenly, and followed Elijah around to the passenger side.
"What-" Elijah began, but had the words kissed right out of his mouth when Orlando pressed him bodily against the door, grasping Elijah's face with both of his hands. Elijah felt utterly pinned in place, and realized his fingers were digging into Orlando's back, and his feet fit neatly into the V between Orlando's. He knew Orlando was excited; he could feel it pressing comfortably into the space above his pelvic bone where his jeans rode low. Things! Now!
"Stop thinking so much," Orlando mumbled wetly against Elijah's lips.
"Oh," Elijah breathed, "Okay," He could see the gloss of Orlando's lips spreading into a grin, and then lost sight of them again when he was pulled into another long, delirious kiss.
They stayed there for what felt like a very long time, and when Orlando finally backed away and Elijah got into the car, he realized it had been at least fifteen minutes. He couldn't remember ever making out with someone for that solid an amount of time. His mouth felt mushy and numb, and his neck and ears were tingling with arousal. Orlando slid neatly into the car beside him and started the engine, pumping the clutch and easing out of the space.
They were on the highway a few moments later, careening in the direction of Orlando's house. Well, and Dom's and Liv's, but Elijah guessed they weren't about to go knocking on Liv's door at one in the morning.
Elijah kept tapping his fingers on the arm rest and picking at some fray in his jeans. Orlando changed gears and snagged Elijah's hand, pulling it to his mouth. He bit the knuckle of Elijah's middle finger, and licked down into the space where it met his palm. Elijah's breathing huffed out faster, the hand not in Orlando's grip sliding down to cover the bump of his own erection. Orlando looked completely absurd holding Elijah's finger in his mouth with his teeth and changing gears. Absurd and freaking hot.
Orlando dropped Elijah's hand to down shift and they were pulling up his driveway. He braked and turned slightly to face Elijah. His face was open and smiling, his head tilted and aware.
"Hi," Elijah said, licking his lips.
"Hi," Orlando said, and leaned across the distance, nudging his face into Elijah's.
Elijah pulled back and said quietly, "Orlando," and his lower lip buzzed where Orlando's brushed it barely.
"Yes?" Orlando pushed a little closer.
"I think I'm sort of gay," Elijah whispered.
"Thank Christ," Orlando huffed out and brought his mouth soundly against Elijah's. Elijah couldn't help smiling giddily, his head light.
They parted to open their car doors and Orlando walked around to the front of the jeep, waiting with his hand outstretched. Elijah considered his position for a minute. This was it. Things! Last chance to chicken out. Go home now, and jerk off alone for the rest of eternity.
Elijah took a deep breath and stepped forward, hand out and fingers lacing with Orlando's. Orlando's smile was beaming and ecstatic. He whirled around and tugged Elijah up the wooden steps to the front door.
They tumbled through the hallway and into the living-room. Everything was dark and blue. Moonlight was shining through the window blinds, leaving strips of silver over everything. Orlando left Elijah's side to drop his keys and shrug off his jacket.
"I'll be right back," he said and disappeared around the corner. Elijah saw a light come on, and heard rustling and banging.
"What are you doing?" Elijah called, kicking off his shoes and winding his way through the room to the hallway. He stood in Orlando's bedroom door, watching him scrape a pile of dirty clothing into the corner and light a single candle on his nightstand.
"Candles?" Elijah grinned, "what am I, a girl?"
Orlando waggled his eyebrows and waved his hand over the flame. "It's scented. My bedroom reeks."
"Ah," Elijah nodded slowly. He picked at the hem of his t-shirt, pulling at a stray thread.
"Elijah," Orlando said softly. Elijah looked up and grinned nervously. "C'mere," Orlando beckoned. Elijah took a deep breath and crossed the room. Orlando kept his arm outstretched, and when Elijah's shoulder met his hand, he scooped his fingers around the back of Elijah's neck and drew him into a long, wet kiss. Elijah stomach fluttered and he surged up onto his toes, biting harder into Orlando's mouth.
He began to shyly work his fingers under the hem of Orlando's shirt, rubbing into the warm skin above the waist of Orlando's jeans. He realized he could unbutton them easy,there'd be nothing to it. But he felt skittish thinking about it, and decided to continue groping instead. He smoothed his hands up Orlando's sides, and Orlando made a small hiccuping noise and they were falling sideways somehow, landing with a bounce on Orlando's bed. Elijah laughed then, and Orlando grinned, and started unbuttoning Elijah's shirt.
"Fuck that," Elijah snorted and ripped the whole thing up over his head, and watched it sail across the room. He looked back to catch Orlando staring at him in the most raw and hungry fashion. There was a moment when Elijah was almost afraid, and then they were rolling in the pillows, kissing short and fast and then Orlando's shirt was gone and there was just skin and hot breath and skin skin skin.
Elijah gasped when Orlando sucked his earlobe into his mouth and dragged his teeth in a slow, deliberate slide downward, working his jaw from side to side. Orlando's teeth clicked together faintly and Elijah let his head fall back.
They stared at each other for a moment: Orlando grinning like a fool and licking his lips, Elijah's eyes bright and full of glee.
"So," Orlando said.
"So," Elijah answered and cleared his throat.
Orlando tucked his face deliberately under the corner of Elijah's jaw. Elijah had almost forgotten how good it felt to have someone kiss and scrape and drag their mouth up and down the side of his neck, endless hours of adolescent scrambling and constant groping attention turning every inch of his body into erogenous zones. Fading hickies and teeth marks in various states of purple decorating his skin from jaw to collarbone. Wearing ridiculous scarves to hide the evidence from his mother, and laughing when Hannah touched the bruises with awe.
Of course, that had really only been last year.
Orlando was sucking voraciously at the point of Elijah's collarbone, and it was driving Elijah wild. His feet were moving restlessly against Orli's , his hands clutching and clawing at the sheets. Orlando's mouth made a ridiculous noise and Elijah laughed out loud, feeling a little foolish.
Real life wasn't like television. Elijah knew this, obviously; he'd been play-acting reality as long as he could remember. But sometimes, every once in a while, he hated the way things really were. There were tons of moments in his life that he thought could be vastly improved with a well-timed fade-to-black or the swelling of an orchestra. Like the time he and Orlando kissed first. Or when he got the part of Frodo. Coming to New Zealand and settling in would have made a fucking great montage.
And sex. Sex was awkward and fumbling where, in the movies, hands would be gliding knowingly to all sorts of fantastic places, and nothing would ever stick.
Mostly, Elijah felt like an idiot poking around where no one should be poking things. And if it didn't feel impossibly wonderful for a split second - oftentimes right after the awkward poking - he would have stuck to masturbation which, somehow, always felt righter than having a partner there to make you feel self-conscious.
Maybe it was the inherent loner in him talking. The point was, sex is sweaty and gross and absolutely delicious. Wasn't it? Elijah wasn't too sure about his reasoning at that moment; Orlando was doing sort of awkward, but mostly fabulous things to him.
Orlando kissed Elijah's chest and sat up to undo the button of Elijah's jeans. Elijah felt shaky, watching Orlando concentrate on moving the brass button through the button-hole, and slide down the zipper. The shifting cloth made Elijah's breath huff out.
"Ready?" Orlando licked his lips and tucked his fingertips under the elastic of Elijah's boxers.
"Yes," Elijah lifted his hips helpfully, and Orlando slid his jeans and boxers down and off Elijah's feet. Goosebumps sprang up on Elijah's thighs until Orlando started touching him again.
Once or twice, Orlando squeezed Elijah's side in a manner that made him giggle most un-sexily, but Orlando didn't seem to mind the laughter, and chuckled breathily himself. Their heads knocked together and that only stopped them for a moment because who cares about concussions when there are orgasms to be had? No one, that's who, not even Sean freaking Astin.
Elijah's thoughts were wrenched unhappily sideways at the thought of Astin in any sort of sexual position and he became distracted. For a moment. He opened his eyes to see Orlando's sweaty, flushed face making a ridiculous half-smile-grimace-wince that somehow managed to be unreasonably sexy. His thoughts were correctly centered again. Orlando tried to glide his hand up Elijah's stomach, but everything was damp and the skin of Orlando's palm clung unpleasantly to the dough-y skin of Elijah's belly.
Elijah couldn't have begun to care less, however, because Orlando's head was tipping downward and Elijah's heart began to hammer wildly into his throat in the way only impending blow-jobs could cause.
Time didn't slow, really, but things began to get very clear and every movement had a precise purpose for Elijah to examine closely. Orlando's lips parted, his saliva making them glossy, and his tongue peeked through them obscenely, wetting more and Elijah heard the click of skin moving and felt the warning press of heat in his balls before Orlando's mouth was anywhere near his cock.
He was going to come, he was going to come right then and there before they were even fully naked. He was still wearing socks! Orlando was still wearing his boxers! And then a multitude of ordinary thoughts came rushing into this head like an unwelcome hurricane. Hobbit feet and loud music and his sister on the subway and their mother stirring something in the kitchen and Viggo laughing and Orlando smiling across the room and Dom stealing his beer and Billy saying something too Scottish for Elijah to understand but he didn't want to because Orlando's mouth was so close to touching but not yet and finally Elijah felt sanity tearing itself away from him--
--Cracked.
Orlando's mouth smoothed over the head of Elijah's cock. Something shattered and urgency's sharp edges started to claw their way out of Elijah's guts.
Orlando's mouth was like liquid fire. Soft and hot with the bright edge of teeth barely glinting on the tip.
Elijah had received plenty of blow-jobs in his eighteen short years. He'd always had a way with his various female costars and extras, but not a single one had ever made him so liquidly pliant. There was a smothered wet noise, and Orlando's small, unconscious grunts. Elijah began to pull at the duvet under his ass, bunching and releasing the cloth.
It felt like his spine was coming loose, like his guts were swirling and re-centering right behind his balls. Orlando was undoing all sorts of laws of nature with his mouth and Elijah could only gasp and writhe.
Who said sex wasn't perfect again?
"I'm... oh shit, Orli, oh shit shit shit," Elijah babbled, frantically, and felt his orgasm gathering in a deep swell. Orlando made a short, abortive noise and sucked harder, his cheeks hollowing.
"Nnnggggguh," Elijah came, shaking, in Orlando's mouth. His hips were making little digs in the air, Orlando still sucking on the tip of his cock. Elijah managed to raise his head and look, just catching Orlando letting him slip from between his lips and start a slither-crawl up his body.
"All right?" Orli husked, tucking himself down into Elijah's side. Elijah could feel Orlando's cock digging into his thigh and his stomach fluttered with the thought of touching it. It wasn't a bad flutter, really, just a... curious one. Elijah had never touched a cock that wasn't his own. He decided he'd like to. Like, right now.
"All right," Elijah said and struggled up onto his elbow.
"Whoa, you okay?" Orlando smoothed the palm of his hand up the side of Elijah's arm.
"Yes, now hold still and let me do this," Elijah gritted out in determination. He reached down and slid his hand into the slit in the front of Orlando's underwear to grab his - Whoa. Well. Yes, that was certainly a penis. Orlando jumped at the sudden contact, but then laughed and eased onto his back, letting Elijah have better access.
Elijah took a moment to consider his position in the world. He was naked, except for his socks, on Orlando's bed with Orlando who was just about as equally naked. Because it counts as naked when the only thing covering your private bits is doing nothing to prevent fondling.
Elijah was feeling pretty strange, but the strangeness was being canceled out by the fact that he was getting hard again, and Orlando's face was getting very red and he kept swiping his hands through his mohawk.
It was a weird, removed feeling, holding Orlando's cock. Elijah kept expecting to feel a hand sliding smoothly up and down his own penis. His fingers already knew that firm give, the way Orlando's skin slicked velvety and pliant over the under-presence of hardness. He felt silly and relieved to find that Orlando's precome looked just like his, and that if he moved his hand in a certain way, Orlando responded nearly as eagerly as Elijah did.
And he decided he liked it. A lot.
"Jesus fucking Christ," Orlando panted.
"Is it okay?" Elijah asked, tightening his grip.
"Shitshitshit, yes, but we could use some lube," Orlando flailed his hands in the direction of the bedside table.
"Uh, okay," Elijah let go briefly and scrambled over the bed to open the drawer and dig around. Condoms, a packet of cigarettes, some mini-bottles of tequila, a few scattered jelly babies, and finally, a tube of KY jelly. What in God's name did this man have planned?
"Christ, it's like a drawer of sin," Elijah muttered, crawling back over to Orlando and fumbling the cap open.
"Jelly babies aren't sinful," Orlando protested before throwing his head back and letting out a broken, animal groan. Elijah moved his hand again, sliding from the tip of Orlando's penis to the root, and down around and under his balls.
"What do you--" Elijah started to ask, not sure of how to really say, How do you want me to jerk you off oh god I am so gay it is ridiculous I think I'd like to come again please. Because there's really no suave way to put that.
Luckily, Orlando knew exactly what he meant, and flailed his hand for a minute, clearly distracted, before huffing out, "Fast and tight oh God,"
Elijah was on the case! He gripped tightly, and pumped his hand at a speed he usually enjoyed himself. He was very pleased when Orlando tossed his head back and forth, gasping for air, and clutching at what little hair he had on his head.
Orlando threw his head back and squawked, come pushing out of his cock in short, neat little spurts. Elijah stared at the fluid, watching it soak into the cotton fabric of Orlando's underpants. There was a drop clinging to the hair on his own wrist, and he was suddenly profoundly curious. So he lifted his hand off Orlando's softening penis, and up to his face. He caught Orlando staring intently out of the corner of his eye and faltered. The hungry look was back, and Elijah wasn't sure what he really meant to do, but decided to just do it.
Closing that last inch of space, he licked the globule up and swallowed it. The room was completely silent apart from Orlando's frantic breathing.
"Uhm," Elijah started.
"Just shut up and kiss me before I eat your face," Orlando stated, very matter of fact.
"Okay," Elijah grinned, and sank down next to Orlando's languid sprawl.
"Poofter," Orlando smirked, and nudged his lips against Elijah's.
Elijah felt light and giddy, and he wriggled himself closer and wrapped his arms and legs around Orlando.
"Yeah," he giggled.
( Part One )
( Part Two )
( Part Three )
( Part Four )
( Part Five )
Author: Molly (spillingvelvet)
Pairing: Orlando Bloom/Elijah Wood
Rating: SUPER-SPICY NOT FOR CHILDREN AT ALL.
Summary: Elijah was on the case!
Disclaimer: I am in no way affiliated with the characters represented in these stories, nor do I make any money in the stories creation.
A/N: Beta by the miraculous abundantlyqueer and the majestic talesinbloom. I am sure several of you out there assumed this was dead in the water, and I am truly sorry for the length of time between these final chapters. This series is essentially complete, but I reserve the right to add bits at any point in the nebulous future. SO THERE.
The trailer was relatively unoccupied, save one or two techs fiddling with a broken clothing rack in the far end. So, Orlando crept up behind Elijah, who was amusing himself with an electric razor, and tickled the back of his neck. Elijah squirmed and threw his head back, mirth making his eyes shine.
Orlando smiled upside-down at Elijah, bending over and planting a soft, giving kiss to the slight furrow between his eyebrows.
"Hiya," he straightened up and his lips made a wet click when he smiled wider. He dragged his index finger from the tip of Elijah's nose to his artificial hairline, still wet with glue.
"Hey," Elijah grinned back and spun his chair around, catching Orlando between his knees. He glanced around furtively and then switched off the razor.
Elijah stood and kissed Orlando quick and light on the mouth, looking extremely pleased with his almost-public display of affection. Orlando rolled his eyes and snagged the back of Elijah's neck, pulling him into a short, fierce snog, complete with tongue-sucking and lip biting. All in under five seconds.
Elijah blinked dazedly up at him.
"Damnit," he laughed and licked his lips.
Orlando smiled and cleared his throat, letting it smooth into a quiet 'mmm' and nodded.
"Tonight?" he asked, eyebrows raised.
"Do you want to stay over, after the bar?" Elijah seemed to find his razor very interesting.
"Can we braid each other's hair?" Orlando's eyes twinkled and he leaned in, pressing a warm kiss to the side of Elijah's flushed neck.
***
Orlando sidled up behind Elijah in the pub, wrapping a long, lanky arm around Elijah's middle. They molded together back to front and Orlando bent his head, tucking the warm bump of his nose against the back of Elijah's neck. Elijah smiled and turned his head, catching Orlando's mouth soundly.
"Oi," Dom crowed, "this is a public area, you dirty buggers!"
Orlando soundlessly flipped him off and continued kissing Elijah thoroughly for a few moments before slowly parting their mouths. He licked his lips and grinned around at their companions.
"You're just upset that the Elf Party has become exclusive," he scooped a handful of peanuts from a bowl on the bar and tossed one at Dom's nose.
"It's true," Billy chimed in, brushing salt from Dom's cheek, "he's a sore loser."
Elijah went very still, his face a mask of surprise and slight dismay. He turned and stared at Orlando, who was still preoccupied with throwing peanuts and dodging bits of beermats from Dom. Orlando quieted down and sipped his beer, looking down at Elijah finally.
"What's up?" he asked.
"Nothing," Elijah turned stiffly back around and sipped his beer, his ears going slowly red.
Orlando looked at the side of Elijah's head for a few moments and then set his glass down with a wet thunk.
"Come here," he whispered and pulled Elijah through the press of cast and crew that had taken over the pub in the last half-hour. Elijah plodded behind somewhat reluctantly, walking slowly enough that Orlando had to keep pulling him forward until they reached a more secluded corner.
"What's the matter?" Orlando quirked his head to the side and tucked his arm around Elijah's shoulders.
"It's just... You never told me you were..." he broke off to look around covertly and gave Orlando a significant look, "You know. Before."
"Gay?" Orlando's face darkened, and he pulled back, crossing his arms, "Poufter? Shirt lifter? Flaming queer?"
"Shh!" Elijah flapped his hands.
"Elijah, we were just snogging in front of the whole pub, they all know WE'RE SHAGGING," he finished with a shout, drawing looks from nearby patrons, some sniggering into their drinks.
"We're not, yet," Elijah mumbled and stared moodily across the room.
"Yet," Orlando cooed, tucking his face down into the side of Elijah's neck. "Let's get out of here, hmm?" He nosed Elijah's cheek, and again when he didn't get a response.
"C'mooon," he whined, "You can't really be mad at me for not shagging Dom anymore."
He kept pressing his face into Elijah's until Elijah gave up and smiled back, his cheek pushing sideways on Orlando's nose.
"Okay," Elijah said, "Poofter."
Orlando grinned brilliantly and triumphantly, and scooped his hand, tilting his head toward the door. Elijah's mouth quirked at the conspiratorial glint in Orlando's eye, and gave a downwards, decisive jut of his chin. They joined hands again and wove back through the crowd towards the door, passing by the other hobbits without a backwards glance.
Elijah's heart started thudding deep in his chest at the thought that they were going Somewhere Else to Do Things. The teenage boy inside his pants leapt for joy, while the inexperienced side of him felt all the blood flush to his face. Things. Things with Orlando. Things! With Orlando!
Orlando's hand was very cool and strong wrapped around his. He could see the corners of Orlando's mouth twitching with excitement. Elijah felt his hand start to sweat, and coughed into his shoulder.
They burst out into the cool night air. The dewy hair at the nape of Elijah's neck curled in the humidity and the perspiration on his forehead felt clammy when he reached up to wipe his hair off it. Orlando patted his pockets for his keys with his free hand and they began to weave through the cars in the lot. Orlando's jeep was parked under a light. Elijah felt his shoulders begin to tense. Orlando switched his grip from Elijah's hand, to a loping arm over his shoulders, pressing a wet kiss to Elijah's hairline. It was the most natural thing in the world to wrap his arm around Orlando's waist and smile up into Orlando's cheek. Things! They separated as they reached Orlando's jeep, Elijah almost tripping over the concrete blockade at the head of Orlando's parking space.
"Hang on a mo'," Orlando said suddenly, and followed Elijah around to the passenger side.
"What-" Elijah began, but had the words kissed right out of his mouth when Orlando pressed him bodily against the door, grasping Elijah's face with both of his hands. Elijah felt utterly pinned in place, and realized his fingers were digging into Orlando's back, and his feet fit neatly into the V between Orlando's. He knew Orlando was excited; he could feel it pressing comfortably into the space above his pelvic bone where his jeans rode low. Things! Now!
"Stop thinking so much," Orlando mumbled wetly against Elijah's lips.
"Oh," Elijah breathed, "Okay," He could see the gloss of Orlando's lips spreading into a grin, and then lost sight of them again when he was pulled into another long, delirious kiss.
They stayed there for what felt like a very long time, and when Orlando finally backed away and Elijah got into the car, he realized it had been at least fifteen minutes. He couldn't remember ever making out with someone for that solid an amount of time. His mouth felt mushy and numb, and his neck and ears were tingling with arousal. Orlando slid neatly into the car beside him and started the engine, pumping the clutch and easing out of the space.
They were on the highway a few moments later, careening in the direction of Orlando's house. Well, and Dom's and Liv's, but Elijah guessed they weren't about to go knocking on Liv's door at one in the morning.
Elijah kept tapping his fingers on the arm rest and picking at some fray in his jeans. Orlando changed gears and snagged Elijah's hand, pulling it to his mouth. He bit the knuckle of Elijah's middle finger, and licked down into the space where it met his palm. Elijah's breathing huffed out faster, the hand not in Orlando's grip sliding down to cover the bump of his own erection. Orlando looked completely absurd holding Elijah's finger in his mouth with his teeth and changing gears. Absurd and freaking hot.
Orlando dropped Elijah's hand to down shift and they were pulling up his driveway. He braked and turned slightly to face Elijah. His face was open and smiling, his head tilted and aware.
"Hi," Elijah said, licking his lips.
"Hi," Orlando said, and leaned across the distance, nudging his face into Elijah's.
Elijah pulled back and said quietly, "Orlando," and his lower lip buzzed where Orlando's brushed it barely.
"Yes?" Orlando pushed a little closer.
"I think I'm sort of gay," Elijah whispered.
"Thank Christ," Orlando huffed out and brought his mouth soundly against Elijah's. Elijah couldn't help smiling giddily, his head light.
They parted to open their car doors and Orlando walked around to the front of the jeep, waiting with his hand outstretched. Elijah considered his position for a minute. This was it. Things! Last chance to chicken out. Go home now, and jerk off alone for the rest of eternity.
Elijah took a deep breath and stepped forward, hand out and fingers lacing with Orlando's. Orlando's smile was beaming and ecstatic. He whirled around and tugged Elijah up the wooden steps to the front door.
They tumbled through the hallway and into the living-room. Everything was dark and blue. Moonlight was shining through the window blinds, leaving strips of silver over everything. Orlando left Elijah's side to drop his keys and shrug off his jacket.
"I'll be right back," he said and disappeared around the corner. Elijah saw a light come on, and heard rustling and banging.
"What are you doing?" Elijah called, kicking off his shoes and winding his way through the room to the hallway. He stood in Orlando's bedroom door, watching him scrape a pile of dirty clothing into the corner and light a single candle on his nightstand.
"Candles?" Elijah grinned, "what am I, a girl?"
Orlando waggled his eyebrows and waved his hand over the flame. "It's scented. My bedroom reeks."
"Ah," Elijah nodded slowly. He picked at the hem of his t-shirt, pulling at a stray thread.
"Elijah," Orlando said softly. Elijah looked up and grinned nervously. "C'mere," Orlando beckoned. Elijah took a deep breath and crossed the room. Orlando kept his arm outstretched, and when Elijah's shoulder met his hand, he scooped his fingers around the back of Elijah's neck and drew him into a long, wet kiss. Elijah stomach fluttered and he surged up onto his toes, biting harder into Orlando's mouth.
He began to shyly work his fingers under the hem of Orlando's shirt, rubbing into the warm skin above the waist of Orlando's jeans. He realized he could unbutton them easy,there'd be nothing to it. But he felt skittish thinking about it, and decided to continue groping instead. He smoothed his hands up Orlando's sides, and Orlando made a small hiccuping noise and they were falling sideways somehow, landing with a bounce on Orlando's bed. Elijah laughed then, and Orlando grinned, and started unbuttoning Elijah's shirt.
"Fuck that," Elijah snorted and ripped the whole thing up over his head, and watched it sail across the room. He looked back to catch Orlando staring at him in the most raw and hungry fashion. There was a moment when Elijah was almost afraid, and then they were rolling in the pillows, kissing short and fast and then Orlando's shirt was gone and there was just skin and hot breath and skin skin skin.
Elijah gasped when Orlando sucked his earlobe into his mouth and dragged his teeth in a slow, deliberate slide downward, working his jaw from side to side. Orlando's teeth clicked together faintly and Elijah let his head fall back.
They stared at each other for a moment: Orlando grinning like a fool and licking his lips, Elijah's eyes bright and full of glee.
"So," Orlando said.
"So," Elijah answered and cleared his throat.
Orlando tucked his face deliberately under the corner of Elijah's jaw. Elijah had almost forgotten how good it felt to have someone kiss and scrape and drag their mouth up and down the side of his neck, endless hours of adolescent scrambling and constant groping attention turning every inch of his body into erogenous zones. Fading hickies and teeth marks in various states of purple decorating his skin from jaw to collarbone. Wearing ridiculous scarves to hide the evidence from his mother, and laughing when Hannah touched the bruises with awe.
Of course, that had really only been last year.
Orlando was sucking voraciously at the point of Elijah's collarbone, and it was driving Elijah wild. His feet were moving restlessly against Orli's , his hands clutching and clawing at the sheets. Orlando's mouth made a ridiculous noise and Elijah laughed out loud, feeling a little foolish.
Real life wasn't like television. Elijah knew this, obviously; he'd been play-acting reality as long as he could remember. But sometimes, every once in a while, he hated the way things really were. There were tons of moments in his life that he thought could be vastly improved with a well-timed fade-to-black or the swelling of an orchestra. Like the time he and Orlando kissed first. Or when he got the part of Frodo. Coming to New Zealand and settling in would have made a fucking great montage.
And sex. Sex was awkward and fumbling where, in the movies, hands would be gliding knowingly to all sorts of fantastic places, and nothing would ever stick.
Mostly, Elijah felt like an idiot poking around where no one should be poking things. And if it didn't feel impossibly wonderful for a split second - oftentimes right after the awkward poking - he would have stuck to masturbation which, somehow, always felt righter than having a partner there to make you feel self-conscious.
Maybe it was the inherent loner in him talking. The point was, sex is sweaty and gross and absolutely delicious. Wasn't it? Elijah wasn't too sure about his reasoning at that moment; Orlando was doing sort of awkward, but mostly fabulous things to him.
Orlando kissed Elijah's chest and sat up to undo the button of Elijah's jeans. Elijah felt shaky, watching Orlando concentrate on moving the brass button through the button-hole, and slide down the zipper. The shifting cloth made Elijah's breath huff out.
"Ready?" Orlando licked his lips and tucked his fingertips under the elastic of Elijah's boxers.
"Yes," Elijah lifted his hips helpfully, and Orlando slid his jeans and boxers down and off Elijah's feet. Goosebumps sprang up on Elijah's thighs until Orlando started touching him again.
Once or twice, Orlando squeezed Elijah's side in a manner that made him giggle most un-sexily, but Orlando didn't seem to mind the laughter, and chuckled breathily himself. Their heads knocked together and that only stopped them for a moment because who cares about concussions when there are orgasms to be had? No one, that's who, not even Sean freaking Astin.
Elijah's thoughts were wrenched unhappily sideways at the thought of Astin in any sort of sexual position and he became distracted. For a moment. He opened his eyes to see Orlando's sweaty, flushed face making a ridiculous half-smile-grimace-wince that somehow managed to be unreasonably sexy. His thoughts were correctly centered again. Orlando tried to glide his hand up Elijah's stomach, but everything was damp and the skin of Orlando's palm clung unpleasantly to the dough-y skin of Elijah's belly.
Elijah couldn't have begun to care less, however, because Orlando's head was tipping downward and Elijah's heart began to hammer wildly into his throat in the way only impending blow-jobs could cause.
Time didn't slow, really, but things began to get very clear and every movement had a precise purpose for Elijah to examine closely. Orlando's lips parted, his saliva making them glossy, and his tongue peeked through them obscenely, wetting more and Elijah heard the click of skin moving and felt the warning press of heat in his balls before Orlando's mouth was anywhere near his cock.
He was going to come, he was going to come right then and there before they were even fully naked. He was still wearing socks! Orlando was still wearing his boxers! And then a multitude of ordinary thoughts came rushing into this head like an unwelcome hurricane. Hobbit feet and loud music and his sister on the subway and their mother stirring something in the kitchen and Viggo laughing and Orlando smiling across the room and Dom stealing his beer and Billy saying something too Scottish for Elijah to understand but he didn't want to because Orlando's mouth was so close to touching but not yet and finally Elijah felt sanity tearing itself away from him--
--Cracked.
Orlando's mouth smoothed over the head of Elijah's cock. Something shattered and urgency's sharp edges started to claw their way out of Elijah's guts.
Orlando's mouth was like liquid fire. Soft and hot with the bright edge of teeth barely glinting on the tip.
Elijah had received plenty of blow-jobs in his eighteen short years. He'd always had a way with his various female costars and extras, but not a single one had ever made him so liquidly pliant. There was a smothered wet noise, and Orlando's small, unconscious grunts. Elijah began to pull at the duvet under his ass, bunching and releasing the cloth.
It felt like his spine was coming loose, like his guts were swirling and re-centering right behind his balls. Orlando was undoing all sorts of laws of nature with his mouth and Elijah could only gasp and writhe.
Who said sex wasn't perfect again?
"I'm... oh shit, Orli, oh shit shit shit," Elijah babbled, frantically, and felt his orgasm gathering in a deep swell. Orlando made a short, abortive noise and sucked harder, his cheeks hollowing.
"Nnnggggguh," Elijah came, shaking, in Orlando's mouth. His hips were making little digs in the air, Orlando still sucking on the tip of his cock. Elijah managed to raise his head and look, just catching Orlando letting him slip from between his lips and start a slither-crawl up his body.
"All right?" Orli husked, tucking himself down into Elijah's side. Elijah could feel Orlando's cock digging into his thigh and his stomach fluttered with the thought of touching it. It wasn't a bad flutter, really, just a... curious one. Elijah had never touched a cock that wasn't his own. He decided he'd like to. Like, right now.
"All right," Elijah said and struggled up onto his elbow.
"Whoa, you okay?" Orlando smoothed the palm of his hand up the side of Elijah's arm.
"Yes, now hold still and let me do this," Elijah gritted out in determination. He reached down and slid his hand into the slit in the front of Orlando's underwear to grab his - Whoa. Well. Yes, that was certainly a penis. Orlando jumped at the sudden contact, but then laughed and eased onto his back, letting Elijah have better access.
Elijah took a moment to consider his position in the world. He was naked, except for his socks, on Orlando's bed with Orlando who was just about as equally naked. Because it counts as naked when the only thing covering your private bits is doing nothing to prevent fondling.
Elijah was feeling pretty strange, but the strangeness was being canceled out by the fact that he was getting hard again, and Orlando's face was getting very red and he kept swiping his hands through his mohawk.
It was a weird, removed feeling, holding Orlando's cock. Elijah kept expecting to feel a hand sliding smoothly up and down his own penis. His fingers already knew that firm give, the way Orlando's skin slicked velvety and pliant over the under-presence of hardness. He felt silly and relieved to find that Orlando's precome looked just like his, and that if he moved his hand in a certain way, Orlando responded nearly as eagerly as Elijah did.
And he decided he liked it. A lot.
"Jesus fucking Christ," Orlando panted.
"Is it okay?" Elijah asked, tightening his grip.
"Shitshitshit, yes, but we could use some lube," Orlando flailed his hands in the direction of the bedside table.
"Uh, okay," Elijah let go briefly and scrambled over the bed to open the drawer and dig around. Condoms, a packet of cigarettes, some mini-bottles of tequila, a few scattered jelly babies, and finally, a tube of KY jelly. What in God's name did this man have planned?
"Christ, it's like a drawer of sin," Elijah muttered, crawling back over to Orlando and fumbling the cap open.
"Jelly babies aren't sinful," Orlando protested before throwing his head back and letting out a broken, animal groan. Elijah moved his hand again, sliding from the tip of Orlando's penis to the root, and down around and under his balls.
"What do you--" Elijah started to ask, not sure of how to really say, How do you want me to jerk you off oh god I am so gay it is ridiculous I think I'd like to come again please. Because there's really no suave way to put that.
Luckily, Orlando knew exactly what he meant, and flailed his hand for a minute, clearly distracted, before huffing out, "Fast and tight oh God,"
Elijah was on the case! He gripped tightly, and pumped his hand at a speed he usually enjoyed himself. He was very pleased when Orlando tossed his head back and forth, gasping for air, and clutching at what little hair he had on his head.
Orlando threw his head back and squawked, come pushing out of his cock in short, neat little spurts. Elijah stared at the fluid, watching it soak into the cotton fabric of Orlando's underpants. There was a drop clinging to the hair on his own wrist, and he was suddenly profoundly curious. So he lifted his hand off Orlando's softening penis, and up to his face. He caught Orlando staring intently out of the corner of his eye and faltered. The hungry look was back, and Elijah wasn't sure what he really meant to do, but decided to just do it.
Closing that last inch of space, he licked the globule up and swallowed it. The room was completely silent apart from Orlando's frantic breathing.
"Uhm," Elijah started.
"Just shut up and kiss me before I eat your face," Orlando stated, very matter of fact.
"Okay," Elijah grinned, and sank down next to Orlando's languid sprawl.
"Poofter," Orlando smirked, and nudged his lips against Elijah's.
Elijah felt light and giddy, and he wriggled himself closer and wrapped his arms and legs around Orlando.
"Yeah," he giggled.
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