In The Bathroom

Title: Shave
Series: In The Bathroom
Author/Email: eviltwin (tracey737uk@yahoo.co.uk)
Pairings: John Mayer/Orliom
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Rating: R-NC17 *shrugs* I dunno. *nods to LimeySugar*
Summary: Orli decides John needs a shave.
Disclaimer: I makes noims ims as to the actual sexual preferences of the people I portrays. I makes no money from it either. It's all a load of fiction and a bit of fun.
Feedback: Is the ransom my bunnies are demanding for the return of my mind ;)
Archive: The Showcase ( www.dreamreaver.com/showcase )
Author's Notes: A little AU fic where John, a musician, and Orli, an aspiring actoive ive together. All together now.. *droool*


Orli's hands slid down John's arms, plunging into the soapy water. He held John's wrists, kissing the back of his neck. John leaned back against him, humming quietly to himself.

"One of yours?" Orli asked.

John chuckled. "No, it's not. I was listening to that CD you brought back with you earlier."

"The one Dom gave me?"

"That one. He has some interesting taste in music."

Orli nipped at John's neck, making him squirm. "I'm guessing that's your way of saying weird."

"Shit, Orlando..." John jerked in his arms, splashing water over the side of the bathtub as he did.

"Careful!" Orli told him, laughing. His lips found the same spot and John almost leapt out of the water in shock.

"Trying to give me heart failure?" he asked, breathlessly.

"Why would I want to do that?"

John twisted round, looking Orli in the eye. "Maybe you're planning to bump me off so you can move your younger bit on the side in."

Orli grinned. "Yeah, of course. That's it..." He closed his eyes as John's mouth met his. He heard himself moan, he thought, when their tongues collided and twisted together into a body-weakening kiss. "Fuck," he whispered, as John moved away. "Sod it, I'm keeping you and that heavenly mouth of yours. I'll call my toy-boy and tell him the plan's changed."

"You do that." John shifted a little, his back warm against Orli's chest. "Water's starting to get cold."

"Yep. Want to top it up?"

"We'd better get out. I'm starting to go wrinkly."

"Soon sort that out.." Orli mumbled against John's neck.

"Not in-" John's words turned into a moan as Orli's lips skimmed over his neck once more, and he tilted his head to allow easier access. His feet screeched against the bottom of the tub when he jerked again as Orli's ers ers curled around his cock. "Shit! You could warn me!"

"I did."

"Is this a signal that you want....to go to bed?"

"You could take it that way, yeah. First I want to shave you."

"What? Down there?"

"No...idiot." Orli laughed as John elbowed him in the ribs. "I meant your face. As mouth-watering as your kisses are, the thought of stubble rash turns me right off." He lifted one hand and stroked Johnchinchin. "Just a quick shave. Shouldn't take long." He pulled himself up to his feet, water slui off off his body and splashing John. Wrapping a towel around his waist he set the basin filling with warm water and was changing the blade in his razor as John emptied the bath and got his own towel.

Orli flipped down the toilet lid and pushed John's shoulders till he sat down on it. Then he straddled John's knees, settling in his lap. He squeezed some shaving gel onto his hand and covered John's stubble with it, aware of wet, warm arms circling him and holding him steady as he worked. He dunked the razor in the basin and lifted it out, shaking the water off.

"Why'd you do that? It's a clean blade, isn't it?" John asked.

Orli simply gripped the back of John's head, tilting it back a little, and didn't say a word. He lowered the blade to John's face and dragged it down, leaving smooth, moist skin behind. He ran his finger over it and smiled, bent to kiss the clear patch softly. John's arms tightened around him, his hands spreading over Orli's spine. His fingertips pressed firmer each time Orli drew the razor over his face, until all the soap was gone and his face was clean. Orli kept the razor clenched in his fist as he wrapped his arms round John's neck and licked a line from his chin to below his eye.

"Better?" John asked. He got his answer as Orli's mouth found his and fingers buried themselves in his hair. They kissed desperately, the only sound their uneven breathing as they struggled to get air without breaking away from one another. John surfaced first, taking a deep breath before lowering his mouth to Orli's throat. Orli let his head fall back, gasping out John's name. The razor dropped from his hand to the floor, clacking against the tiles. He moved around on John's lap as his towel was loosened, pulled away from him.nt bnt back when John ducked forward, his mouth closing around the tip of Orli's erection.

"Jesus..." Orli managed, as John brought one hand round and wrapped his fingers round the base of Orli's cock, while his mouth continued working its own magic. He felt himself weakening, felt his legs starting to shake before the heat in him rushed to meet John's lips. He came into John's mouth, shuddering in his arms, fin cle clenching in his hair. "Fuck.." John lifted his head while Orli was still coming down and kissed him. He could taste his own essence on the tongue in his mouth. He wanted to taste something else. Now. He heard the laugh, felt it rumble against his chest as well, and looked up. "What?"

"After something?"

"Yeah. You, in my mouth."

"Too bad."

"Why's that?"

"'Cause I'd rather be buried in your ass."

Orli moaned, louder when John kissed the side of his neck.

"That okay with you?" John asked.

"Stupid...question..."


~end. Evil, I know.