FIC: Lost Without You (9/19)
Title: Lost Without You (9/19)
Author: sassywitch
Beta hisniblets
Pairing: OB/BB, mentions of BB/DM
Rating: NC-17 for the series, PG 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: 1331
Previous Chapters: Chapter 1| Chapter 2| Chapter 3| Chapter 4| Chapter 5| Chapter 6| Chapter 7| Chapter 8|
The kiss was as tentative as Orlando’s fragile trust, their lips touched briefly before Orlando’s long fingers framed Billy’s face and Orlando leaned forward to press their foreheads together, his lashes flickering against Billy’s skin as his eyes fluttered closed, his breath warm against Billy’s open mouth.
“Don’t think.” Billy whispered as Orlando inhaled the moist heat of his words. “It’s us, no ghosts, just us.”
Orlando’s tongue traced the moist curve of Billy’s bottom lip slowly, as if memorizing every quivering touch.
If Orlando’s hesitation hadn’t been so incredibly sexy Billy might have commented about the way Orlando’s entire body trembled. Whether from anticipation or nerves Billy couldn’t be sure. His own nervous anticipation saw Billy’s tongue dart out to wet his lips. The tip of his tongue brushed across Orlando’s and sent a shard of electric fire through both of them strong enough to break them apart in awe.
“Orli?” Billy whispered, sitting up higher, his weight resting on hands that itched to touch Orlando.
“Mmmm?” Orlando replied absently, no longer even bothering to hide the nervous tremors that shook him. He lifted his hand to brush his fingertips across Billy’s lips tracing the shape and texture, his chocolate eyes darkened with his slumberous desire as he watched Billy’s plump lips as he spoke.
“You have to breath.” He smiled letting his tongue flick at Orlando’s fingertips as he spoke.
“Can’t.” Orlando answered absently, his study of Billy’s mouth continuing undeterred.
“Why not?” the smile he’d been fighting, curled his lips higher exposing teeth that nipped at Orlando’s fingers playfully.
“Can’t concentrate on that too…” he answered, his breath leaving him in a rush as his index finger was trapped between Billy’s sharp white teeth, his tongue lathing it wetly.
“Numptie.” Billy whispered as he laid back against the pillows and extended his arms to the nervous young man.
Sinking into Billy’s arms, Orlando pressed his head against Billy’s chest, his lips pressing tiny kisses against the warm, pale skin.
“You’ve turned me into a fucking girl.” Orlando sighed, his arm wrapping around Billy’s waist as he lay there.
“I had nothing to do with that,” Billy chuckled, his breath hissing between his teeth as Orlando nipped his flesh in retaliation.
“I thought you were dead.” Orlando confessed, his fingertips playing in the crinkly ginger hair on Billy’s chest.
“I thought I was going to die.” Billy confirmed, his hand brushing against Orlando’s back absently as he spoke. “Geoff, the pilot? Incredible man. Put the chopper down in fucking horrendous weather. Still don’t know how. During the storm we lost the rotor and part of the tail when we tipped over. Had plenty of time to think that night.”
“Good thoughts?” Orlando looked up into Billy’s eyes.
“Some.” Billy’s shoulders lifted as the furrow between his brows deepened. “realized something important.”
“What?” Orlando lifted his hand and smoothed the lines on Billy’s forehead.
“My priorities were all fucked up.” Billy sighed, the fingers of one hand gently twisting Orlando’s curls around his fingers. “What I need was right in front of me and I never realized it until it was almost too late.”
Orlando couldn’t make himself speak, his fingers unconsciously twisted at Billy’s pert nipple as he waited for Billy to continue.
“Dom never loved me the way I love him, the way you love me. I should have had the balls to admit it to myself a long time ago.” He laughed derisively. “Should have fucking cut him loose in New Zealand, but I convinced myself that I loved him too much to live without him.”
“And now?” Orlando whispered tensely.
“I know exactly what I need and its exactly what I want.”
“What do you need Billy?” Orlando’s voice broke mid question as he struggled to force the words out.
“You.” Billy answered so softly Orlando almost didn’t hear him.
“Why?” Orlando murmured, his hand still trembling but pressed against Billy’s firm chest.
“Because I love you.” Billy’s voice dropped to a husky guttural growl. “I do you know. It’s not the same as with him, but I think it might be even stronger in it’s own way. I just never realized how much and how strongly until I almost lost you.”
“I know.” Orlando answered with more bravado than he felt. “But I can’t be rebound guy Billy, I’ve always known you could never love me the way you love him.”
“I wouldn’t want to love you like that.” Billy replied honestly. “We’re equals you and I. You’re nothing like him and you never will be.” Billy’s fingers traced as far down the length of Orlando’s scar as his arm would reach and moved back to his neck again.
“I need you to know before we go any further that I love you and I’ll never use you the way he did me.” Billy explained.
“You’re nothing like him.” Orlando stated emphatically.
“How hard did you hit him?” Billy asked gently, his tracing fingers slowly caressing the length of Orlando’s spine.
“How?” Orlando looked up quickly his cheeks flushing.
“You’ve wanted an excuse to drop him on his arse for a long time Orli. I’m not stupid I know you detest him. You wouldn’t have passed it up.”
“Not too hard, split his lip and I only hit him once. I’m a lover not a fighter.” He grinned.
“Orlando?” Billy breathed. “Are we done with talking?”
“Depends on what our other options are?” Orlando smiled his nerves dissipating.
Billy’s hand slid to Orlando’s hip. While their lips slid against each other wetly, he manhandled Orlando’s slender frame over him, pulling at his hips and hitching himself underneath the larger man until Orlando lay half over him, their warm chests pressed against each other.
“We’re really doing this aren’t we?” Orlando asked rhetorically.
Billy pushed Orlando’s tousled curls behind his ear. “We don’t have to if you don’t want to.” He asked seriously pulling away a little.
“Fuck off!” Orlando yelped pulling him back. “Do you know how long I’ve wanted this?” he waved his hand back and forth between them.
“I’m sorry I hurt you.” Billy murmured.
“Shut up.” Orlando spoke softly as he pressed his lips to the corner of Billy’s mouth.
“Anything you want.” He nodded and pulled Orlando down against him. Their lips met slowly, Billy’s hands sliding up and down Orlando’s tanned back.
“Want you….” Orlando whimpered as Billy’s fingers slowly caressed his buttocks, gripping the pert golden flesh and squeezing it tightly.
“All yours.” Billy gasped as Orlando’s teeth closed over Billy’s lower lip and tugged.
Orlando rolled onto his back, pulling Billy with him, his feet kicking at the bedclothes that covered them, untangling his legs from the jumble of cloth.
Letting his legs fall open wantonly, Orlando pulled Billy into the space between them without releasing his lips from their kiss.
His hands cupped Billy’s buttocks, fingers tightening, grasping and releasing pushing his hips up against Billy’s. Groaning as that action caused their aroused bodies to rub together with a delicious hungry friction.
“Condoms.” Billy gasped as his hips ground against Orlando’s.
“Fuck.” Orlando cursed sharply.
“Was the very pinnacle of my intentions.” Billy chuckled as his hand slid down Orlando’s belly, fingers plucking at the trail of hair low on Orlando’s belly cheekily.
“I was here to take you home and bury you, not shag you.” Orlando flopped back against the bed.
“Good thing I turned up alive then because otherwise that’s a kink I don’t want to know about.” Billy quirked an eyebrow. “That’s strange even for you.”
“Dammit Bill.” Orlando moaned, pulling Billy down until he could burrow his head in the curve of his neck, his teeth nipping gently. “I haven’t got anything.”
“It’s okay.” Billy soothed him, his lips curled into a grin at the disappointment in Orlando’s voice. His fingertips pushed through the dense thicket of hair at the base of Orlando’s arousal. “There’s more than one way to skin this cat.”
Author: sassywitch
Beta hisniblets
Pairing: OB/BB, mentions of BB/DM
Rating: NC-17 for the series, PG 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: 1331
Previous Chapters: Chapter 1| Chapter 2| Chapter 3| Chapter 4| Chapter 5| Chapter 6| Chapter 7| Chapter 8|
The kiss was as tentative as Orlando’s fragile trust, their lips touched briefly before Orlando’s long fingers framed Billy’s face and Orlando leaned forward to press their foreheads together, his lashes flickering against Billy’s skin as his eyes fluttered closed, his breath warm against Billy’s open mouth.
“Don’t think.” Billy whispered as Orlando inhaled the moist heat of his words. “It’s us, no ghosts, just us.”
Orlando’s tongue traced the moist curve of Billy’s bottom lip slowly, as if memorizing every quivering touch.
If Orlando’s hesitation hadn’t been so incredibly sexy Billy might have commented about the way Orlando’s entire body trembled. Whether from anticipation or nerves Billy couldn’t be sure. His own nervous anticipation saw Billy’s tongue dart out to wet his lips. The tip of his tongue brushed across Orlando’s and sent a shard of electric fire through both of them strong enough to break them apart in awe.
“Orli?” Billy whispered, sitting up higher, his weight resting on hands that itched to touch Orlando.
“Mmmm?” Orlando replied absently, no longer even bothering to hide the nervous tremors that shook him. He lifted his hand to brush his fingertips across Billy’s lips tracing the shape and texture, his chocolate eyes darkened with his slumberous desire as he watched Billy’s plump lips as he spoke.
“You have to breath.” He smiled letting his tongue flick at Orlando’s fingertips as he spoke.
“Can’t.” Orlando answered absently, his study of Billy’s mouth continuing undeterred.
“Why not?” the smile he’d been fighting, curled his lips higher exposing teeth that nipped at Orlando’s fingers playfully.
“Can’t concentrate on that too…” he answered, his breath leaving him in a rush as his index finger was trapped between Billy’s sharp white teeth, his tongue lathing it wetly.
“Numptie.” Billy whispered as he laid back against the pillows and extended his arms to the nervous young man.
Sinking into Billy’s arms, Orlando pressed his head against Billy’s chest, his lips pressing tiny kisses against the warm, pale skin.
“You’ve turned me into a fucking girl.” Orlando sighed, his arm wrapping around Billy’s waist as he lay there.
“I had nothing to do with that,” Billy chuckled, his breath hissing between his teeth as Orlando nipped his flesh in retaliation.
“I thought you were dead.” Orlando confessed, his fingertips playing in the crinkly ginger hair on Billy’s chest.
“I thought I was going to die.” Billy confirmed, his hand brushing against Orlando’s back absently as he spoke. “Geoff, the pilot? Incredible man. Put the chopper down in fucking horrendous weather. Still don’t know how. During the storm we lost the rotor and part of the tail when we tipped over. Had plenty of time to think that night.”
“Good thoughts?” Orlando looked up into Billy’s eyes.
“Some.” Billy’s shoulders lifted as the furrow between his brows deepened. “realized something important.”
“What?” Orlando lifted his hand and smoothed the lines on Billy’s forehead.
“My priorities were all fucked up.” Billy sighed, the fingers of one hand gently twisting Orlando’s curls around his fingers. “What I need was right in front of me and I never realized it until it was almost too late.”
Orlando couldn’t make himself speak, his fingers unconsciously twisted at Billy’s pert nipple as he waited for Billy to continue.
“Dom never loved me the way I love him, the way you love me. I should have had the balls to admit it to myself a long time ago.” He laughed derisively. “Should have fucking cut him loose in New Zealand, but I convinced myself that I loved him too much to live without him.”
“And now?” Orlando whispered tensely.
“I know exactly what I need and its exactly what I want.”
“What do you need Billy?” Orlando’s voice broke mid question as he struggled to force the words out.
“You.” Billy answered so softly Orlando almost didn’t hear him.
“Why?” Orlando murmured, his hand still trembling but pressed against Billy’s firm chest.
“Because I love you.” Billy’s voice dropped to a husky guttural growl. “I do you know. It’s not the same as with him, but I think it might be even stronger in it’s own way. I just never realized how much and how strongly until I almost lost you.”
“I know.” Orlando answered with more bravado than he felt. “But I can’t be rebound guy Billy, I’ve always known you could never love me the way you love him.”
“I wouldn’t want to love you like that.” Billy replied honestly. “We’re equals you and I. You’re nothing like him and you never will be.” Billy’s fingers traced as far down the length of Orlando’s scar as his arm would reach and moved back to his neck again.
“I need you to know before we go any further that I love you and I’ll never use you the way he did me.” Billy explained.
“You’re nothing like him.” Orlando stated emphatically.
“How hard did you hit him?” Billy asked gently, his tracing fingers slowly caressing the length of Orlando’s spine.
“How?” Orlando looked up quickly his cheeks flushing.
“You’ve wanted an excuse to drop him on his arse for a long time Orli. I’m not stupid I know you detest him. You wouldn’t have passed it up.”
“Not too hard, split his lip and I only hit him once. I’m a lover not a fighter.” He grinned.
“Orlando?” Billy breathed. “Are we done with talking?”
“Depends on what our other options are?” Orlando smiled his nerves dissipating.
Billy’s hand slid to Orlando’s hip. While their lips slid against each other wetly, he manhandled Orlando’s slender frame over him, pulling at his hips and hitching himself underneath the larger man until Orlando lay half over him, their warm chests pressed against each other.
“We’re really doing this aren’t we?” Orlando asked rhetorically.
Billy pushed Orlando’s tousled curls behind his ear. “We don’t have to if you don’t want to.” He asked seriously pulling away a little.
“Fuck off!” Orlando yelped pulling him back. “Do you know how long I’ve wanted this?” he waved his hand back and forth between them.
“I’m sorry I hurt you.” Billy murmured.
“Shut up.” Orlando spoke softly as he pressed his lips to the corner of Billy’s mouth.
“Anything you want.” He nodded and pulled Orlando down against him. Their lips met slowly, Billy’s hands sliding up and down Orlando’s tanned back.
“Want you….” Orlando whimpered as Billy’s fingers slowly caressed his buttocks, gripping the pert golden flesh and squeezing it tightly.
“All yours.” Billy gasped as Orlando’s teeth closed over Billy’s lower lip and tugged.
Orlando rolled onto his back, pulling Billy with him, his feet kicking at the bedclothes that covered them, untangling his legs from the jumble of cloth.
Letting his legs fall open wantonly, Orlando pulled Billy into the space between them without releasing his lips from their kiss.
His hands cupped Billy’s buttocks, fingers tightening, grasping and releasing pushing his hips up against Billy’s. Groaning as that action caused their aroused bodies to rub together with a delicious hungry friction.
“Condoms.” Billy gasped as his hips ground against Orlando’s.
“Fuck.” Orlando cursed sharply.
“Was the very pinnacle of my intentions.” Billy chuckled as his hand slid down Orlando’s belly, fingers plucking at the trail of hair low on Orlando’s belly cheekily.
“I was here to take you home and bury you, not shag you.” Orlando flopped back against the bed.
“Good thing I turned up alive then because otherwise that’s a kink I don’t want to know about.” Billy quirked an eyebrow. “That’s strange even for you.”
“Dammit Bill.” Orlando moaned, pulling Billy down until he could burrow his head in the curve of his neck, his teeth nipping gently. “I haven’t got anything.”
“It’s okay.” Billy soothed him, his lips curled into a grin at the disappointment in Orlando’s voice. His fingertips pushed through the dense thicket of hair at the base of Orlando’s arousal. “There’s more than one way to skin this cat.”