FIC: "Mechanics" (Changes, Part Fourteen) (Harry Sinclair/Orlando Bloom)
Title: "Mechanics" 1/1
Author: Brenda (azewewish)
Series: Changes (Part Fourteen)
Pairing: Harry Sinclair/Orlando Bloom
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Orlando likes watching Harry work.
Disclaimer: Vampires still don't exist. And we doubt that Harry and Orlando are fucking each other.
Notes: Written for the Comment_Fic Free For All post - my prompts were 'suck' and Harry/Orlando.
Pleasure (Part One) | Discipline (Part Two) | Enthralled (Part Three) | Enslaved (Part Four) | Reciprocation (Interlude) | Arrogance (Part Five) | Simplicity (Part Six) | Reassurance (Part Seven) | Companion (Part Eight) | Watching (Part Nine) | Visit (Part Ten) | Vigilance (Part Eleven) | Welcome Home (Part Twelve) | Surprise (Part Thirteen) | Mechanics (Part Fourteen) | Casual (Part Fifteen) |
"Hand me the sprocket right there." When no answer was forthcoming, Harry lifted his head. "Orlando."
With a guilty start, Orlando tore his gaze away from Harry's ass and looked up. "Yeah?"
"When you're finished ogling, I need the sprocket."
"Oh, right." Sure he was blushing to his roots, Orlando quickly handed over the wrench. Not that he thought anyone would blame him for staring, however. Harry's ass in faded jeans that molded lovingly to his thighs was really the sexiest thing going.
Harry bent back over the open hood of the Viper. Orlando busied himself by staring instead at Harry's triceps as they flexed whenever he did...well, whatever mysterious mechanical thing it was he was doing. "So what's wrong with it?" he finally asked, when the silence got to be too much.
Harry shrugged, but continued poking around under the hood. "Looks like the fuel line's clogged, your oil's for shit, and the valve intake manifold's fucked. What the hell've you been doing, anyway, drag-racing in your spare time?"
"No," Orlando protested, with what he was sure was a pout. It wasn't his fault he wasn't mechanically minded like Harry. He had...other talents. He still wasn't sure what they were yet, exactly, but he had all the time in the world to work on them now. "I just...y'know, I get busy and forget to take it in."
Harry sighed, and smoothed dark hair out of his face with the back of his hand before turning his head to look at Orlando. The hot amber of his eyes slammed through him, as always, like a sledgehammer. "Orli, you have assistants now. Put it on their calendar, get them to take it in."
Orlando nodded weakly. He hated that disappointed look more than anything. "Sorry."
"It's alright." Harry's grin was lightning-quick. "It's still Karl's car, for all that you never let him use it."
Orlando responded with his own smile. "And I suppose you're going to tell him what a mess it's in."
"I might not." Harry paused just long enough to make Orlando squirm. "Provided I get the right incentive."
Orlando's breath quickened at the blatant innuendo. "I'm really great at incentives," he nodded, voice thick with lust.
Harry's quick wink sent every bit of blood still in Orlando's body scrambling towards his crotch. "Then I'm sure you'll think of something."
Fucking hell. For Harry, Orlando could come up with an encyclopedia.
Author: Brenda (azewewish)
Series: Changes (Part Fourteen)
Pairing: Harry Sinclair/Orlando Bloom
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Orlando likes watching Harry work.
Disclaimer: Vampires still don't exist. And we doubt that Harry and Orlando are fucking each other.
Notes: Written for the Comment_Fic Free For All post - my prompts were 'suck' and Harry/Orlando.
Pleasure (Part One) | Discipline (Part Two) | Enthralled (Part Three) | Enslaved (Part Four) | Reciprocation (Interlude) | Arrogance (Part Five) | Simplicity (Part Six) | Reassurance (Part Seven) | Companion (Part Eight) | Watching (Part Nine) | Visit (Part Ten) | Vigilance (Part Eleven) | Welcome Home (Part Twelve) | Surprise (Part Thirteen) | Mechanics (Part Fourteen) | Casual (Part Fifteen) |
"Hand me the sprocket right there." When no answer was forthcoming, Harry lifted his head. "Orlando."
With a guilty start, Orlando tore his gaze away from Harry's ass and looked up. "Yeah?"
"When you're finished ogling, I need the sprocket."
"Oh, right." Sure he was blushing to his roots, Orlando quickly handed over the wrench. Not that he thought anyone would blame him for staring, however. Harry's ass in faded jeans that molded lovingly to his thighs was really the sexiest thing going.
Harry bent back over the open hood of the Viper. Orlando busied himself by staring instead at Harry's triceps as they flexed whenever he did...well, whatever mysterious mechanical thing it was he was doing. "So what's wrong with it?" he finally asked, when the silence got to be too much.
Harry shrugged, but continued poking around under the hood. "Looks like the fuel line's clogged, your oil's for shit, and the valve intake manifold's fucked. What the hell've you been doing, anyway, drag-racing in your spare time?"
"No," Orlando protested, with what he was sure was a pout. It wasn't his fault he wasn't mechanically minded like Harry. He had...other talents. He still wasn't sure what they were yet, exactly, but he had all the time in the world to work on them now. "I just...y'know, I get busy and forget to take it in."
Harry sighed, and smoothed dark hair out of his face with the back of his hand before turning his head to look at Orlando. The hot amber of his eyes slammed through him, as always, like a sledgehammer. "Orli, you have assistants now. Put it on their calendar, get them to take it in."
Orlando nodded weakly. He hated that disappointed look more than anything. "Sorry."
"It's alright." Harry's grin was lightning-quick. "It's still Karl's car, for all that you never let him use it."
Orlando responded with his own smile. "And I suppose you're going to tell him what a mess it's in."
"I might not." Harry paused just long enough to make Orlando squirm. "Provided I get the right incentive."
Orlando's breath quickened at the blatant innuendo. "I'm really great at incentives," he nodded, voice thick with lust.
Harry's quick wink sent every bit of blood still in Orlando's body scrambling towards his crotch. "Then I'm sure you'll think of something."
Fucking hell. For Harry, Orlando could come up with an encyclopedia.