Losing My Mind
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Category:
Lord of the Rings Movies › General › Lord of the Ring Stars
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
4
Views:
1,308
Reviews:
1
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
This is work of fiction! I do not know the celebrity(ies) I am writing about, and I do not profit from these writings.
Keeping In Touch
Title: Keeping In Touch
Author: Hazel (hethumeleth@luukku.com)
Summary: Damon is going crazy cause Orli isn't there with him so he calls him to New Zealand…
Paring: OB/Matt Damon
Rating: NC-17
Series: Losing My Mind 3/??
Disclaimer: Have never met the guys, unfortunately, so can't know anything. Totally fictional, and again: unfortunately.
Feedback: Yes, please. Flames welcome also. Mail me at hethumeleth@luukku.com
Archive: OK, just let me know.
Author's notes: The first part (No Regrets) wasn't supposed to be a beginning of an series but then I just wrote more and more and…
Thanks to: Trish/Tuuli who beta'd this and just for being a good friend!
Web-site: www.nic.fi/~teroma/CrazyCorner
~~~
Orli wasn't in Los Angeles and Damon couldn't bear it. Orli wasn't in the house Matt was in. He wasn't in Damon's longing arms in their bed, watching their goldfish and kissing Damon. It was tearing Matt apart.
He stood up and walked to the kitchen only to look into the fridge, Orli wasn't there either, and then continue his walk to the living room.
Damon sat on the sofa and turned on the telly. Click. Golf. Click. Soap. Click. Nothing. Click. Porn //Orlando? …no…//. Click. News. Click. Click. Click. Nothing. //Shit.// Yet another click and there was a black and lonely tv-screen in front of him.
//How about a cigarette?// He stood up again and walked to the front door. //But I don't fucking smoke… Right, now what?//
//Call him…// Damon smiled. "Call him…" He hurried back to the living room and picked up the phone. He had already dialled half of the numbers when a thought crossed his mind. It was night at New Zealand right now, wasn't it? //Oh, fuck it.// He dialled the rest of the numbers and waited.
"Yess!" //It's ringing.//
He sat down on the couch and crossed his fingers.
"Hello…?" a sleepy voice from across the globe answered the phone.
"Hey, gorgeous," Damon said huskily, happy to hear his lover's voice after a long time of busy times and no calling.
"Hi. Damon?" Orli sounded so incredibly tired Damon almost felt ashamed.
"Yeah, it's me all right. Sorry to wake you up," Damon said.
"No harm done. Why did you call me?" Orli sounded more awake now.
"I just missed you so much," Damon sighed, "It's nice to hear you speak. There's something about your voice that makes me instantly feel better."
"That's nice, baby, but you do realise it's four in the morning here," Orlando laughed and asked, "So, what shall we talk about now that you have me on the phone…"
"I dunno," Damon teased, hand reaching for the buttons of his pants, "I'll talk about whatever you want, sugar."
"Bad, bad boy," Orlando scolded his boyfriend playfully.
"I'll talk till you start begging," Damon unzipped his trousers and shifted to a better position, "I'll talk and talk and talk until you come so hard I can hear it all the way from there."
"Bring it on, baby, bring it on," Orlando said, now just a little bit breathless.
"You're asleep in your trailer when I come in quietly. I find my way to your bedroom and open the door between us. I see you lying on your bed, covered from your waist down with sheets," Damon began, one hand in his boxers. He could hear Orlando's breathing and how it had quickened.
"I walk to the foot of the bed and climb on the bed, you between my legs. You wake up as I start kissing your back and shoulders. Your neck tastes salty and you smell like sweat and shampoo. You moan when my teeth bite your earlobe."
Damon heard Orlando groan and started to rub his dick slowly.
"I turn you around and kiss you on the mouth. My tongue plays with yours while my hands explore your body. Our lips part and I start kissing your chest, licking and tasting your sweet flavour. I find one of your nipples and bite on it lightly. It makes you shiver and whimper like never before."
Damon rested his head back on the couch, stroking himself harder and started speaking again.
"I continue my way down and find your hardened dick. Then I kiss it. Lightly. And then again. You make desperate sounds as I torture you. I lick your whole length and then take you in my hot mouth. The moist in me makes moving around you easy. Tasting you, I move and touch you inside me and suck you deeper."
Orlando gasped for air when a jolt of pleasure shook him. His breathing had become even heavier and faster as he desperately tried to come.
"I try to eat you alive but then I change my mind. Instead I reach for your buttocks. I move them more apart and slide a finger in you. It moves into you slowly, unlubed. I swallow you deeper as I shove another finger in you. You move restlessly in and around me, wanting more you're getting. Then I start moving in you, seeking and stroking. I find your prostate and you squeal loudly, shaking of pleasure."
Damon loved to make Orlando want more, to come. He loved the clipped noises he made and the movements he did when he was on the edge of coming.
"I continue rubbing and sucking you. With my fingers in you, I fuck you fast and hard until you can't take it anymore. I don't stop stroking you as I swallow your come till the last drop."
Damon could hear Orlando come, moaning loudly, as he came with him. He dropped the phone and cried out Orli's name.
Still shaking a little he found the phone and listened to Orlando.
"I love you. I love you," Orlando managed to say through the panting, "I love you."
Damon shut his eyes as Orli said it and kept quiet for a moment. Then he replied, "I love you too. So much."
Now everything was okay again. For a while.
-loppu-
.
Author: Hazel (hethumeleth@luukku.com)
Summary: Damon is going crazy cause Orli isn't there with him so he calls him to New Zealand…
Paring: OB/Matt Damon
Rating: NC-17
Series: Losing My Mind 3/??
Disclaimer: Have never met the guys, unfortunately, so can't know anything. Totally fictional, and again: unfortunately.
Feedback: Yes, please. Flames welcome also. Mail me at hethumeleth@luukku.com
Archive: OK, just let me know.
Author's notes: The first part (No Regrets) wasn't supposed to be a beginning of an series but then I just wrote more and more and…
Thanks to: Trish/Tuuli who beta'd this and just for being a good friend!
Web-site: www.nic.fi/~teroma/CrazyCorner
~~~
Orli wasn't in Los Angeles and Damon couldn't bear it. Orli wasn't in the house Matt was in. He wasn't in Damon's longing arms in their bed, watching their goldfish and kissing Damon. It was tearing Matt apart.
He stood up and walked to the kitchen only to look into the fridge, Orli wasn't there either, and then continue his walk to the living room.
Damon sat on the sofa and turned on the telly. Click. Golf. Click. Soap. Click. Nothing. Click. Porn //Orlando? …no…//. Click. News. Click. Click. Click. Nothing. //Shit.// Yet another click and there was a black and lonely tv-screen in front of him.
//How about a cigarette?// He stood up again and walked to the front door. //But I don't fucking smoke… Right, now what?//
//Call him…// Damon smiled. "Call him…" He hurried back to the living room and picked up the phone. He had already dialled half of the numbers when a thought crossed his mind. It was night at New Zealand right now, wasn't it? //Oh, fuck it.// He dialled the rest of the numbers and waited.
"Yess!" //It's ringing.//
He sat down on the couch and crossed his fingers.
"Hello…?" a sleepy voice from across the globe answered the phone.
"Hey, gorgeous," Damon said huskily, happy to hear his lover's voice after a long time of busy times and no calling.
"Hi. Damon?" Orli sounded so incredibly tired Damon almost felt ashamed.
"Yeah, it's me all right. Sorry to wake you up," Damon said.
"No harm done. Why did you call me?" Orli sounded more awake now.
"I just missed you so much," Damon sighed, "It's nice to hear you speak. There's something about your voice that makes me instantly feel better."
"That's nice, baby, but you do realise it's four in the morning here," Orlando laughed and asked, "So, what shall we talk about now that you have me on the phone…"
"I dunno," Damon teased, hand reaching for the buttons of his pants, "I'll talk about whatever you want, sugar."
"Bad, bad boy," Orlando scolded his boyfriend playfully.
"I'll talk till you start begging," Damon unzipped his trousers and shifted to a better position, "I'll talk and talk and talk until you come so hard I can hear it all the way from there."
"Bring it on, baby, bring it on," Orlando said, now just a little bit breathless.
"You're asleep in your trailer when I come in quietly. I find my way to your bedroom and open the door between us. I see you lying on your bed, covered from your waist down with sheets," Damon began, one hand in his boxers. He could hear Orlando's breathing and how it had quickened.
"I walk to the foot of the bed and climb on the bed, you between my legs. You wake up as I start kissing your back and shoulders. Your neck tastes salty and you smell like sweat and shampoo. You moan when my teeth bite your earlobe."
Damon heard Orlando groan and started to rub his dick slowly.
"I turn you around and kiss you on the mouth. My tongue plays with yours while my hands explore your body. Our lips part and I start kissing your chest, licking and tasting your sweet flavour. I find one of your nipples and bite on it lightly. It makes you shiver and whimper like never before."
Damon rested his head back on the couch, stroking himself harder and started speaking again.
"I continue my way down and find your hardened dick. Then I kiss it. Lightly. And then again. You make desperate sounds as I torture you. I lick your whole length and then take you in my hot mouth. The moist in me makes moving around you easy. Tasting you, I move and touch you inside me and suck you deeper."
Orlando gasped for air when a jolt of pleasure shook him. His breathing had become even heavier and faster as he desperately tried to come.
"I try to eat you alive but then I change my mind. Instead I reach for your buttocks. I move them more apart and slide a finger in you. It moves into you slowly, unlubed. I swallow you deeper as I shove another finger in you. You move restlessly in and around me, wanting more you're getting. Then I start moving in you, seeking and stroking. I find your prostate and you squeal loudly, shaking of pleasure."
Damon loved to make Orlando want more, to come. He loved the clipped noises he made and the movements he did when he was on the edge of coming.
"I continue rubbing and sucking you. With my fingers in you, I fuck you fast and hard until you can't take it anymore. I don't stop stroking you as I swallow your come till the last drop."
Damon could hear Orlando come, moaning loudly, as he came with him. He dropped the phone and cried out Orli's name.
Still shaking a little he found the phone and listened to Orlando.
"I love you. I love you," Orlando managed to say through the panting, "I love you."
Damon shut his eyes as Orli said it and kept quiet for a moment. Then he replied, "I love you too. So much."
Now everything was okay again. For a while.
-loppu-
.