green, orlando/elijah, PG-13
So, I had this sitting around for a looooong time, and I figured I might as well post it. <3 New Zealand fic is always nice, right?
Title: Green
Pairing: Orlando/Elijah
Rating: PG-13
Word count: 573
Beta: kisahawklin <3
Note: Part of the Colors series. No real continuity, just moments. Follows Grey and Orange.
Green.
It's raining again, for what seems like the hundredth time this week. It falls down in a heavy, obscuring curtain. A week-old coffee mug on the deck railing is overflowing, the water flushed clean. If it ever lets up, Orlando knows it's going to be hot, oppressively so. Rainy season in New Zealand means days and weeks and months of swimming to set and the pub and home again to dry off. No one ever forgets to close their car windows, because they all learn the lesson the hard way with wet arses and mildew.
Orlando steps out onto his sodden deck and lets the rain pull his shirt down heavy on his chest. The drops are fat and comfortable, each exploding on the white cotton to make long, oval splotches that soak together until it's all slick and transparent. Water streams down the tip of his nose and plasters his mohawk onto his forehead.
The air smells clean, like the way dirt smells when you plant things. He can hear ocean swell and crash on the far side of the dunes, and the sound of all the water blurs everything else. There is the snick of the sliding door in its track and a warm body presses up against Orlando's back.
"Hi," Elijah gives Orlando a kiss on his shoulder blade and wraps his small, pale arms around Orlando's waist.
"Hallo," Orlando grins and tips his head back, butting the back of his skull on the top of Elijah's. Water splashes onto his face and sneaks up his nose and through his lips. His arms rise up from his sides and his palms welcome the rain.
Elijah's fingers, quick and sly, wriggle under the hem of Orlando's soaking wet t-shirt. They are cold and make Orlando laugh giddily when they press into his skin. Elijah eases the shirt up and Orlando bends his elbows, wrings it up over his head and drops it on the wooden slats. The fine vellum hairs on Orlando's arms and chest and stomach all prick up and tickle before the trickling water drags them back down in rivulets.
Orlando turns around and gathers Elijah against his chest, ducking his head and mouthing at the base of Elijah's ear. Water slips down the crevice behind and Elijah's skin is slippery and cool on his tongue.
Orlando steals his hands around to pluck at Elijah's shirt buttons. They come apart with difficulty, the fabric of his shirt getting stiff with water. He pushes the sides apart and down Elijah's arms and smiles into Elijah's face when they are both naked from the waist up. Elijah's face is smudges of black eyelashes and red lips and the fluttering blue of his eyes.
"Hello," Orlando whispers and pulls Elijah up to him to sip the water in the pale fine hair on Elijah's top lip. Their mouths blunder together for a while, Orlando not trying to make any sense out of the kiss, but enjoying the texture and warmth of Elijah's mouth.
"Let's-" Elijah starts, tugging the button of Orlando's jeans.
"Yes," Orlando answers and they work the denim down and off and Orlando kicks it away. His legs goosepimple and his stomach flips with a giddy thrill as Elijah drops down to his knees and drags Orlando's pants off his hips and down his thighs.
"Yes," Orlando whispers to the storm, letting his head fall back again.
Title: Green
Pairing: Orlando/Elijah
Rating: PG-13
Word count: 573
Beta: kisahawklin <3
Note: Part of the Colors series. No real continuity, just moments. Follows Grey and Orange.
Green.
It's raining again, for what seems like the hundredth time this week. It falls down in a heavy, obscuring curtain. A week-old coffee mug on the deck railing is overflowing, the water flushed clean. If it ever lets up, Orlando knows it's going to be hot, oppressively so. Rainy season in New Zealand means days and weeks and months of swimming to set and the pub and home again to dry off. No one ever forgets to close their car windows, because they all learn the lesson the hard way with wet arses and mildew.
Orlando steps out onto his sodden deck and lets the rain pull his shirt down heavy on his chest. The drops are fat and comfortable, each exploding on the white cotton to make long, oval splotches that soak together until it's all slick and transparent. Water streams down the tip of his nose and plasters his mohawk onto his forehead.
The air smells clean, like the way dirt smells when you plant things. He can hear ocean swell and crash on the far side of the dunes, and the sound of all the water blurs everything else. There is the snick of the sliding door in its track and a warm body presses up against Orlando's back.
"Hi," Elijah gives Orlando a kiss on his shoulder blade and wraps his small, pale arms around Orlando's waist.
"Hallo," Orlando grins and tips his head back, butting the back of his skull on the top of Elijah's. Water splashes onto his face and sneaks up his nose and through his lips. His arms rise up from his sides and his palms welcome the rain.
Elijah's fingers, quick and sly, wriggle under the hem of Orlando's soaking wet t-shirt. They are cold and make Orlando laugh giddily when they press into his skin. Elijah eases the shirt up and Orlando bends his elbows, wrings it up over his head and drops it on the wooden slats. The fine vellum hairs on Orlando's arms and chest and stomach all prick up and tickle before the trickling water drags them back down in rivulets.
Orlando turns around and gathers Elijah against his chest, ducking his head and mouthing at the base of Elijah's ear. Water slips down the crevice behind and Elijah's skin is slippery and cool on his tongue.
Orlando steals his hands around to pluck at Elijah's shirt buttons. They come apart with difficulty, the fabric of his shirt getting stiff with water. He pushes the sides apart and down Elijah's arms and smiles into Elijah's face when they are both naked from the waist up. Elijah's face is smudges of black eyelashes and red lips and the fluttering blue of his eyes.
"Hello," Orlando whispers and pulls Elijah up to him to sip the water in the pale fine hair on Elijah's top lip. Their mouths blunder together for a while, Orlando not trying to make any sense out of the kiss, but enjoying the texture and warmth of Elijah's mouth.
"Let's-" Elijah starts, tugging the button of Orlando's jeans.
"Yes," Orlando answers and they work the denim down and off and Orlando kicks it away. His legs goosepimple and his stomach flips with a giddy thrill as Elijah drops down to his knees and drags Orlando's pants off his hips and down his thighs.
"Yes," Orlando whispers to the storm, letting his head fall back again.