Western Lovers: Cowboys & Biologists (13/31)
Title: Western Lovers: Cowboys and Biologists <13/31>
Author:sassywitch
Beta the patient and talented charlieisagirl
Pairing: OB/DW
Rating: NC-17 for the series, and for this chapter.
Summary: David is a hard, jaded warrior, Orlando is a biologist tracking Big Cats on the Double L.
Feedback: Feedback is my writers crack, which is not to be confused at all with plumbers crack.
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. This story is adapted from a series of books that I adored when I was younger written by Elizabeth Lowell.
Word Count: 4499
Previous Story: Can be found here
Previous Ordaisy chapter: As suggested by mystery_ink can be found here
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
Posted to: fellowshippers, monaboyd and ordaisy
Header Art: Courtesy of the incredibly talented loki_girl.
Author’s Notes: Thank you to everyone who has pushed and prodded me into working on this. Special thanks to Dylan_dufresne.
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Pushing open the cabin door and slipping almost silently into the cabin and out of the heavy rainstorm outside, David’s mouth went dry as his eyes fixed on his lover.
“There’s a towel by the fire.” Orlando said, turning away from David even as he spoke.
With eyes that reflected the leap of flames, David watched Orlando. He knew that Orlando was making no effort to be sexy, yet the firelight dancing off his glistening, golden skin was so enticing it loosened David’s knees.
Lightning bleached the interior of the cabin in the instant before David closed the door. Baby lay sleeping soundly in the coldest part of the cabin. The wolf didn’t even lift his head at David’s arrival.
“I’m sorry I didn’t mean to interrupt. I’ll wait over here, give you some privacy,” David stammered, watching hungrily as Orlando brushed a soft washcloth across one shoulder. The action stole the moisture from David’s mouth.
If Orlando said anything in response, it was lost in a crash of thunder. David watched from the corner of his eye as Orlando sunk deeper into the water. Peeling off his black t-shirt, David grabbed the towel. The soft terry cloth was warm against his chilled skin. The knowledge that Orlando had deliberately warmed the towel by the fire made the brush of the cloth more pleasurable on his skin. The thought of having Orlando’s warm, elegant hands on his body instead of the towel made his blood rush heavily. David’s hands clenched the towel as he fought his response to Orlando.
“It’s a big tub, David.” Orlando spoke without looking back at his lover. “You’re cold and wet, the water is hot…We could share?”
“You know exactly where that will lead,” David stated, his teeth clenched as the memories of being buried deep inside Orlando’s body filled his soul.
Orlando shrugged and looked over his bare shoulder at David. “And?” he whispered. “We’re big boys. If we both want it, why not?”
“Because it’s wrong.” David answered flatly. “Because we shouldn’t.” He walked slowly to the edge of the tub and fell to his knees, one hand reaching out to touch Orlando’s damp curls gently. “Because, Fairy Tale Boy, I can’t give you what you want.”
Orlando turned his face to nuzzle against David’s hand. “I haven’t asked you for anything, David.”
Stop thinking about it. Stop feeling the tight grip of his body around me.
Right. And while I’m at it, I’ll stop breathing, too.
David’s hands went to the buttons of his cold, damp jeans. He hesitated, remembering, then shrugged and resumed undressing. He doubted that Orlando would care; he had seen David dead naked and painfully aroused before and hadn’t fainted at the sight.
A memory exploded in David with a force so great it stole his breath - Orlando warm across his thighs, touching him, stroking him, cherishing him, tasting him, whispering of life itself.
Savagely David whipped off his damp jeans, wadded them up and fired them across the cabin. The soft thump of cloth against wood couldn’t conceal the sound of the sudden rush of air through Orlando’s lips when he saw David’s naked body outlined by firelight and knew beyond doubt the hunger raging in him.
“David…” Orlando’s husky whisper shivered like firelight in the silence, his hand reaching out to touch David’s hip tentatively.
Slowly David turned toward Orlando. Fighting himself every second, losing every second, David lifted one leg over the side of the tub, pulled against his will one slow inch at a time until at last he stood in the tub, breathing deeply, trying to stop the fine trembling of his hands. He could not. As though driven by a whip, he closed his eyes and sank to his knees, water cascading over the edge of the tub. His hands became fists on the powerful, clenched muscles of his thighs.
A moment later David sensed movement, heard the sounds of water sloshing around them, and felt Orlando’s breath brush warmly over his fists. Light kisses touched David’s hands, gentling him even as the caresses seared him to the bone. With a ragged sound of pain and pleasure, David unclenched his fists and reached for Orlando.
As Orlando came to his knees before him, David eased his fingers deeply into the fragrant silk of dark hair, tipped that beauteous face up to his hungry lips and locked their mouths in a searing kiss. It wasn’t enough. No matter how wild, how sweet, how deep, he couldn’t get close enough to Orlando with just a kiss. He couldn’t touch him completely. He couldn’t bathe in Orlando’s fire.
“Orli…” David said hoarsely, tightening his hands in Orlando’s hair. “Orli…let me…”
“Yes,” Orlando whispered, not even waiting to find out what he was asking of him.
A shudder ripped through David. His eyes opened. They smoldered with reflected flames as he looked at Orlando kneeling in front of him, watching him, wanting him.
“Lift your arms, fairy-tale boy.”
As Orlando raised his arms, the graceful motion reminded David of the shadows he had seen on the curtains as Orlando had climbed into the tub. David’s hands slid from Orlando’s hair, down to his hips and back up again. Watching Orlando at every instant, he slowly traced the line of muscles up Orli’s body until his thumbs brushed his hard masculine nipples. Abandoning the tiny peaks, David stroked Orlando’s upper arms and shoulders, caressing the sensitive skin of his inner arm.
“When I saw your shadow moving while you undressed.” David said, bending down to Orlando’s chest, “I was so damned jealous of the washcloth I thought I would go crazy. I wanted to be the one rubbing over you, tasting you, getting you wet, making your skin shine in the firelight.”
The satin heat of David’s mouth rubbed warmth and dampness over first one of Orlando’s nipples, then the other, making him tremble. When Orlando would have lowered his arms to hold David, he moved swiftly, holding Orlando as he had been with Orlando’s back elegantly arched and his chest defenseless against his mouth. His tongue circled one nipple, his teeth gently raked and Orlando gasped with pleasure. Before Orlando could catch his breath, David was softly--completely--devouring him.
The sweet changing pressures of David’s mouth on his skin sent fire streaming through Orlando’s blood. Orlando shivered and David’s name broke on his lips. David’s answer was the renewed tugging of his mouth, the sweet stabbing of his tongue, pleasure gathering and bursting until Orlando cried out and he made a low sound of satisfaction and triumph. For long shivering minutes David pleasured Orlando, holding him suspended between firelight and his hungry mouth. When he finally lifted his head, Orlando’s skin was taut, flushed, and his skin shone in the firelight.
David looked at Orlando for a long time, memorizing the picture he made. Then his burning glance moved down Orlando’s body and he shivered with an eagerness he had never known and could barely control. When he spoke, his voice was thick, rasping, as caressing as his hungry mouth had been.
“Stand up, fairy-tale boy.”
Orlando made a sound that was halfway between a laugh and a protest. “I can’t.”
With a quick motion David swept his hands down Orlando’s body, long fingers clasping his slender hips and his shoulder muscles bunched as he lifted Orlando to his feet.
“Brace your hands on my shoulders,” David said.
Orlando obeyed. Feeling the water sluicing down his skin, leaving him naked but for what lapped at his calves. David’s hair gleamed golden as he lifted Orlando’s right foot, caressing the high arch lovingly with his fingertips, and he brushed a kiss over Orlando’s inner thigh. Slowly David released Orlando’s foot as he rubbed his beard against the warmth and resilience of Orlando’s skin. When David reached for Orlando’s other foot, his beard smoothed over Orlando’s flesh once more.
“I love your beard,” Orlando said with a broken sigh of pleasure.
“I’m glad.”
David’s voice was like his beard, a soft, silken rasp of sensation that made Orlando melt. He shivered again as David lifted his other foot, caressed it, and released it.
“Do you like this too?” David asked.
Orlando felt the brush of David’s beard against his inner thigh and the hot touch of his tongue, the sweet heat of his lips. For long moments David’s mouth moved over Orlando’s thighs, sliding higher, shifting him subtly, parting his legs a bit more with each gentle kiss. The sight of David’s gingery hair against the golden expanse of his own skin sent rippling sensation throughout Orlando’s body, echoing the supple dance of firelight.
“David?”
Orlando’s husky whisper sent a tremor through David. The kiss David was giving him changed. David’s lips met Orlando’s burning arousal wetly; the sensation was just short of pain and simultaneously a pleasure so intense it made him moan.
Orlando gasped. For an instant David froze, afraid that the gentle scraping of his teeth had hurt Orli; then he felt the gentle undulations of Orlando’s hips. David’s hand shifted, seeking the base of Orlando’s heated arousal, finding it, sliding across it with a caress that made Orlando gasp.
The sight of David touching him so intimately made passion and a little embarrassment twist hotly through Orlando. He pushed against David’s shoulders, silently asking to be released. It was like pushing against sun warmed stone. David’s fingers skimmed against Orlando again, sliding and withdrawing slowly, dragging a ragged moan of protest from Orlando. Slowly David’s head turned up to Orlando until he could see the blazing blue of David’s eyes.
“Did I hurt you?” David asked huskily as he let Orlando sink back into the water.
Orlando shook his head and started to speak, but seeing David’s mouth so close to his own hungry flesh scattered his thoughts.
“Watching you-you were looking at me-watching me while you-” Orlando’s voice broke on a sensual shudder that he couldn’t control.
“Did it embarrass you?” David asked.
Orlando nodded and whispered. “A little.”
“Did you like it?” David asked softly.
“Yes.” Orlando said, his voice low. “I liked it so much I…”
“Any other objections?” David growled.
Orlando nodded, “You stopped.”
Orlando’s voice shattered into a moan as David stole his hand under the water to close his fingers around the flesh that only he had ever touched.
“Then close your eyes, fairy-tale boy,” David said, sinking into the water, gently biting the soft skin of Orlando’s belly, “Or what you’re going to see will make you blush to the soles of your perfect feet.”
“I don’t understand,” Orlando whispered.
“Neither do I,” David admitted, brushing his bearded cheek against the curls that so tempted him. “I’ve never wanted anyone the way I want you. I want all of you. Everything. Every way there is.”
David’s hand moved again, gliding along the silken, steel heat of Orlando’s arousal, silently asking for his permission. The slow advance and retreat of David’s touch tantalized Orlando, making him hungry for more. Compelled by David’s gentle seduction of his senses, Orlando lay back against the edge of the tub, his legs parting further, until he was trembling and breathing brokenly, his eyes heavy lidded, almost closed, and his body desperate for whatever caresses David was willing to give.
The touch of David’s tongue astonished and unraveled Orlando in the same wild instant. David’s name was torn from Orlando’s lips as his nails dug into the flexed power of David’s shoulders. David’s response to the sensuous bite of Orlando’s fingernails was a low sound of pleasure and hunger and anticipation. David’s big hands shifted quickly and closed around Orlando’s hips until he was held in a passionate vise. Unerringly his mouth slid up and down the silken length of Orlando’s arousal. With a tenderness that was all the more shattering for it’s restraint, David slid his teeth delicately along Orlando’s length, before holding the tip hotly captive while his caressing tongue stripped away all thought of embarrassment or inhibition.
Orlando shuddered heavily and made a ragged sound of surprise and pleasure, holding on the David’s shoulders. The steamy intimacy of David’s mouth was a delicious assault against which Orlando had no defense. Nor did he want any, for Orlando trusted the warrior who held him within his grasp, his elemental male sensuality a lesson and a lure to Orlando’s own response. A searing spiral of sensation whirled around Orlando, driving him higher and higher with each caress until he twisted like fire within David’s grasp.
And like fire, Orlando burned.
The wild, broken sounds of ecstasy shivered through David. His mouth caressed Orlando again and again, hungry to hear more of his pleasure, unwilling to release the passionate responses of the man he had only just begun to explore. Slowly he lowered Orlando’s hips, but even then David couldn’t release him, not completely. His hand curved around Orlando’s golden hip, the other brushing across Orlando’s gleaming chest as he kissed Orlando’s navel and then slipped slowly beneath the water, his mouth closing around Orlando’s arousal.
Orlando tried to speak but could not. David’s hand was sliding between his legs, rubbing lightly, pressing against his entrance, and a long finger was pressing into him as though David was sipping his secrets one by one. David’s name came from Orlando’s throat in a husky moan as ecstasy speared though him unexpectedly once more, driving him to the edge of a secret place only David had taken him to before. David’s fingers were inside him, touching him, sharing his pleasure. As he released him and lifted his head from the water, rivulets sluicing across his skin, his golden hair plastered against his head, David watched him. David’s caress redoubled, deepened, and so did Orlando’s response.
“David?” Orlando whispered, not understanding why he stopped, when he had brought Orlando to the very brink of ecstasy.
But David understood. “I’ve shown you one way, fairy-tale boy. This is another.” David’s voice was low, dark, and he spoke without looking away from the picture made by his hand and the smooth golden curves of Orlando’s body. “I want them all. Every. Last. One. There’s no tomorrow, no yesterday. There’s only the night and the storm and the fire, you and me and …this.”
David’s hand moved again, taking the world from beneath Orlando and sending him spinning. He gasped David’s name and was rewarded by another deeper caress.
“Look at me,” Orlando said huskily.
“I am. I never knew a man could be so beautiful.”
David bent down and traced the tip of Orlando’s arousal with his tongue, even as his fingers brushed across the sweet spot deep inside his body. The sight of David caressing him so intimately sent shock waves through Orlando’s mind and body. He felt cherished, threatened, protected, wanton, a man locked within storm and fire and night, and the essence of all three was the warrior with the haunted blue eyes and gentle hands.
“I love you.” Orlando said raggedly. “I love you so much I can’t-” Ecstasy burst within him, breaking his voice.
“I don’t want love,” David said, his voice as dark as the shadows pooled in his eyes. With a swift, powerful movement he was between Orlando’s splayed legs, water sloshing over the edge of the tub, his own arousal poised at the very entrance to the inviting Orlando he had made his own. “All I want is this. But I shouldn’t take you. Unprotected. Undefended.” A harsh shudder went the length of his body as he fought against himself, against him. Damn you, Orlando, you’re tearing me apart.”
“Take me,” Orlando whimpered, reaching for David, touching the hot hard flesh that he desired, loving all of him. “And I’ll take you, all of you, lover and warrior and man, everything you want to give, every way there is, no recriminations and no regrets. That’s what love is David, and I’ll love you till I die.”
With a tearing sound that was both pain and pleasure, David thrust into Orlando’s body, joining with him in a union that was both savage and sublime. When he could go no deeper he held himself completely still but for the shudders that racked him as his untamed hunger sought to escape the restraints of his discipline.
Orlando wrapped himself around David and held him, feeling each tremor of need that tugged at David’s control. Orlando’s fingertips probed through David’s hair and then down the rigid muscles of his back and hips, wanting to touch all of him at once, to surround him with loving warmth.
When Orlando’s slender fingers discovered the shadow cleft between his lean hips and the tight, shockingly sensitive flesh below, David’s whole body jerked. Making soft sounds of discovery and pleasure, Orlando’s hand explored the changing textures of David’s need. Closing his hand around the taut sac at the base of David’s arousal, he watched David’s face and struggled to hold onto his own control. Groaning, David drove even more frantically into Orlando, all his defenses stripped away, held lovingly in the palm of Orlando’s hand.
With a new understanding he felt the primal shivering pulses of David’s release, his name breaking again and again on David’s lips, and whimpered his own release and love against David’s open mouth. After the last tremors finally faded, Orlando felt David’s body shift. Remembering the time before when David had made love to him and walked away without a word, Orlando tightened his arms.
“Don’t leave me,” Orlando whispered. “Not yet.”
“I won’t.” David made a harsh sound. “I can’t.”
Orlando looked into his eyes and saw the savage leap of reflected fire. Before Orlando could speak, David was talking again, his voice raw.
“You asked for all of me. I hope you meant it, fairy tale boy, because you’re going to get what you asked for. Every damn bit of it, everything I have to give.”
David’s lean hips moved and Orlando’s breath rushed in at the sensations streaking up from their joined bodies.
“I just had you,” David said harshly, his voice as savage as his eyes, “and I’m ready for you again. That’s why I walked out on you before. I knew I would take you again and again until finally I didn’t even have the strength to lick my lips - and then I would still want you. It’s never been like that for me with anybody. You’re in my blood like fever and my body is on fire. I’m going to do the same thing to you that you’re doing to me, fairy tale boy. I’m going to burn you alive.”
Rising to his knees in the cooling bathwater, David wrapped his arms around Orlando’s hips and staggered awkwardly to his feet. Climbing from the tub, David walked as far as his bedroll and sank to his knees on top of the rumpled bedding.
Orlando’s legs wrapped around David’s hips, as David’s hand guided himself back into the warm clench of Orlando’s body, soft mewling whimpers falling from Orlando’s lips.
David bent and took Orlando’s mouth, opening it with a quick twist of his head, searching his body even as David pinned him beneath the hard weight of his own. One powerful arm slipped beneath Orlando’s hips, pulling him even closer, holding Orlando so tightly that David could feel the bones beneath his soft flesh and Orlando could feel his. Then David began moving, driving into him, taking all of him again and again, hot skin sliding against hot skin until the sweet friction ignited soft flesh with an intensity that shocked Orlando.
Orlando called David’s name wildly and saw his eyes blaze with response. David rocked hard against him and then harder still, fanning the passionate fire, driving into him until sweat gleamed on both their bodies and Orlando cried out as ecstasy raked him with incandescent claws.
And still there was no end, no peace, no safety, for David was still moving inside him in a rhythm as relentless as it was savage, driving him higher and yet higher until Orlando felt as though he were going to die, as though he had been ripped from one world and thrust into another and in this one he was on fire. With a wrenching moan he arched into David, burning fiercely, needing even more of him, telling him what he needed with words that also burned.
“You’re feeling it now, aren’t you?” David said darkly as his teeth scored Orlando’s ear. “This is what you did to me the first time I saw you, before I ever even touched you, a burning all the way to the marrow of my bones. And then I had you and it still wasn’t enough, it’s never enough, because there’s always more and it’s always just out of reach, a rainbow on fire against a black sky, untouchable and so damned perfect it tears at your soul until you bleed but it doesn’t make any difference because your blood is on fire too and you just keep burning!”
Twisting, burning, caught between heaven and hell, hearing his dark voice and fiery words, Orlando fought for the embrace, for the fulfillment he knew blazed just beyond his reach. David bent down to him, holding him motionless while he caught Orlando’s mouth with his own. Orlando drank his wild hunger, matched it, demanded more and yet more of him until David drove into him, pinning Orlando beneath him, grinding against him as though he would become a part of Orlando or die.
Impaled on ecstasy, consumed by wildfire, Orlando would have screamed but he had no breath, no voice, no being. He felt David shuddering beneath rapture’s savage blows, heard him cry out as though in torment, but Orlando couldn’t help him for he was David and David was him and together they were the rainbow stretched between heaven and hell, burning.
When the searing fire finally released Orlando, he lay spent beneath David, the sticky evidence of his release on their taut bellies, stunned by the passion that had consumed both of them, feeling their bodies fight for breath, for reality. When their breathing finally slowed, David eased himself from Orlando, caught his face between his hands and looked down into the many hues of his dazed chocolate eyes.
“All the colours of life,” David whispered, brushing Orlando’s lips with his own.
As one person, they felt his heartbeat deepen as he quickened against Orlando’s body once more.
“David?” Orlando whispered.
“I can’t stop it. I don’t want to even try. It’s as new to me as it is to you. Fairy tale boy, all sweet chocolate fire.” He whispered. “Burn with me, boy.”
Gently David joined his mouth with Orlando’s, caressing him sweetly, drinking him with the slow shared rhythms of remembered hunger and release. The kiss was like his heartbeat, deep and unhurried, certain. Urgency was a distant echo, pleasure a shimmering companion, and their breath whispered as softly as flames in the hearth.
The kiss went on forever and ended as gently as it had begun, drawing a murmured protest from Orlando, for he didn’t want it to end. David’s lips brushed across his once more, stilling Orlando with a gentle caress that promised things he had no words to say, only a certainty whispering deep inside him, shimmering with pleasures as yet untouched, unknown, unnamed, waiting for them, ecstasy burning as softly as his kisses.
The brush of David’s lips closed Orlando’s eyelids. Orlando sighed as the moist tip of his tongue traced his eyelashes, his hairline, his temples, and David’s breath caressed his sensitive skin. David’s words sank gently into Orlando as his teeth and tongue caressed his earlobes, the soft line of his neck, the hollow of his throat, tasting him, sipping him, discovering him. His mouth moved slowly from his shoulders to his fingertips, his chest, his belly, then down his long legs to the soles of his feet.
David was a warmth moving over Orlando, his caresses telling him that he was more beautiful than life, more perfect than fire. The velvet heat of his tongue was heightened by tiny bites so gentle they made Orlando softly moan. When David knelt between his legs, touched him, cherished him, Orlando almost wept as he gave what he asked for, opening for him like a flower. David whispered his name and his beauty against his skin, asking for yet another gift, and he gave it to David, too, slowly responding to his fire.
With a gentleness that made Orlando tremble, David kissed him, slid his hands beneath his knees and slowly raised his legs, moving them apart with soft pressures and whispered words. Then David lifted his head and looked into Orlando’s eyes, asking that he trust him in this as he had trusted him in so much already.
The contrast between the heavenly gentleness of David’s hands and the shadowy hell in his eyes tore at Orlando’s heart. He trembled and gave his body to David’s keeping, heard his name wrapped in the dark velvet of David’s voice as he gently curled his legs back on him , leaving nothing secret from David.
There was no embarrassment in Orlando this time when David looked at him, kissed him, once, twice and then let his tongue trail across the flesh beneath Orlando’s arousal, weighing his scrotum with his tongue, moving up to trail higher to flick at Orlando’s tip. Sliding his body against Orlando’s slowly, he brought himself to Orlando’s entrance, watching the union as he pressed into him. The taking was so gentle, so slow, David’s eyes so black, so wild that Orlando unraveled in shivering ecstasy. Orlando saw his undoing echoed in the shudder that rippled through David, but his slow claiming of Orlando’s soul did not speed up in the least. David took Orlando the way dawn takes the night, moment by moment, breath by breath, leaving nothing unclaimed, nothing hidden.
And when David filled him, all of him, sealing their bodies while Orlando watched, he softly moaned at the completion. Tiny convulsions stole through him to David as Orlando shimmered and burst soundlessly into flame. David rocked slowly against him, his movements as gentle and overwhelming as Orlando’s body unraveling, bathing him in soft flames, rocking, rocking, and Orlando wept, and still ecstasy came to him, repeatedly, and each time the gentle rocking, rocking of David’s body breathed life into him once more.
And still he rocked kindly, filling Orlando, bathing in his fire as they gave themselves to one another in secret molten pulses, burning away the world, leaving only their interlocked bodies and an incandescent ecstasy that had no ending, only beginnings, renewing and consuming and burning until finally they fell asleep, still intimately joined, their interlocked bodies gleaming in the firelight.
Yet even in sleep, Orlando wept, for he had seen the darkness in David’s eyes and knew he would wake alone.
Chapter 14