The Next Level

Title: The Next Level

Author: deathskiss

Rating: NC-17 for m/m sex-type stuff

Summary: In a nutshell- Orlando and Elijah are best friends. Elijah's gay- Orlando's straight. Then Orlando gets curious. Told from Elijah's point of view.

Author note: Thanks so much for the positive feedback so far, and I hope I don't disappoint with the rest of it! As promised, this chapter has less fluff and more Orlando-on-Elijah action.

Disclaimer: Orlando and Elijah, to my knowledge only do this sort of thing in fan fiction stories. Not in the real world.

Feedback: Please! As I said before, this is all still a bit new to me, and I can use all the constructive criticism I can get!

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Chapter 3

This time Orlando’s kiss wasn’t hesitant and it wasn’t light. His lips practically devoured me and his tongue sought out mine, darting in and out of my mouth. Any doubts I had been having about this were quickly being forgotten. After a few sensuous moments, his mouth left mine, and we just stared at each other, unable to speak. Orlando’s cheeks and neck were flushed, and he was breathing harshly. He raised his hand up to my neck, and started stroking the side.

Finally he spoke. “Tell me what you want, Elijah.”

I realized I had been holding my breath, and let it out with a small sigh. Oh Jesus, I thought, where do I begin? I’d been thinking about this for 6 years, and now that it was actually happening, my mind was blank. He continued to stroke my neck and waited for my reply. Finally, I felt coherent enough to string a sentence together.

“I want to see you” I said.

Orlando grinned, and without a word stood up and removed his black t-shirt. He was well build without being too muscular, and those months of filming in the desert sun had left his skin a deep bronze color. Next he took off his shoes and socks and pushed them off to the side of the couch with his foot. God, I must have it bad- even his naked feet were making me hot! Finally, he undid the button of his pants and let them drop to the floor. I wasn’t that surprised to see that he wasn’t wearing anything under them- it was well known that Orlando liked to ‘go commando’. I did have to suppress a moan, however, when I saw that his cock was already half-hard. I’d seen him before in boxers, and once in a yellow Speedo that gave me wet dreams for months, but to see him standing in front of me, totally naked, was beyond anything I’d hoped for.

“Do you trust me?” I asked, looking up at him. He just smiled again and nodded. I stood up and removed my own clothing. For one panicky moment I thought he might run laughing out of the room when he saw me, but after removing my boxers and standing in front of him, he only continued staring at me. There was a nervous energy in his eyes, but also obvious arousal.

“Orlando, lie down on the couch.”

He complied, and lay fully on his back, his legs slightly parted and his erection bobbing with each beat of his heart. I almost came right there, seeing him prone and waiting for me. I grabbed his hands placed them behind his head before lying down half on the couch, half on him. I was so aroused I thought I would burst. I placed light kisses on his eyes and cheeks before moving my mouth down to his neck. I skimmed over his pecs and gave his nipples small licks, all while massaging his inner thighs. Orlando writhed under me, moaning in pleasure.

Seeing him with his hands behind his head, the absolute trust in his eyes and the beauty of his body made me lightheaded. Then he started grinding his cock into my mine and I almost came then and there. I decided that it was time for less foreplay and more action. When my head cleared calmed I moved my mouth down and on to his waiting cock. No sooner had the engorged head slipped past my lips, he bucked his hips against me and cried out. All the late-night fantasies I’d had about this moment didn’t compare to the pleasure I was giving him. I could feel his cock swell even larger as I licked and sucked him off. His moans were getting louder and closer together, and as I felt his body tense, he called out my name and exploded deep in my throat. I pulled away a little, allowing me to give his cock a final lick and savor the last of his cum. He tasted good, thick and sweet. When his hips stopped thrusting, I pulled off and his cock collapsed along his hip. I looked up and he still had his hands locked against the back of his head. His eyes were closed and he was trying to catch his breath.

“Orlando, are you alright?” I asked.

“More than alright” he laughed breathlessly, his eyes still closed.

“So you liked it, then?”

“Mate, if I’d of known you gave blowjobs that good back when we were doing ‘Rings’, we’d of never gotten out of our dressing rooms!”

I laughed and put my head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat slow and return to normal.
He put his arms around me and before I knew it, we had switched places on the couch and he was leaning over me. “Now it’s your turn for some fun” he said with a sly smile.

He looked down at my body and started trailing his hands over my skin in random, lazy patterns. It was like he was mapping the contours of my skin or something. I just lay back in a daze and let him explore. Did he have any idea how turned on I was getting? Well, yeah, my giant hard-on was probably a giveaway. He sifted his fingers through the light hair on my chest, and brushed the backs of his fingers down to my stomach. Then he reached up and took one of my arms, and started kissing my hand. Occasionally I felt his tongue dart over my skin as he worked his way up. He found my pulse in my throat and kissed it, sucking on the skin lightly and flicking the pulse point with his tongue. Oh God, could this feel any better?

Orlando moved back down to my chest down and to my nipples. He fingered them, brushing the tips over each bud. I shuddered and he looked at my face to make sure it was pleasure and not pain that had me trembling. He tested one of the stiff peaks with the tip of his tongue. He flicked the wet tip back and forth quickly, making my eyes go into the back of my head and suck in my breath. He then took my entire nipple in his mouth and suckled. I had never felt anything so erotic in my life. My hips were shifting restlessly, as if of their own accord. I was throbbing and each shift rubbed my balls against his thigh. It hadn't escaped my notice that he was already hard again. Orlando stopped and asked if what he was doing was okay.

“Fuck God yes, please don’t stop!” I moaned. I felt him move back up my body, and when I opened my eyes, he was looking down at me with that smile again. He leaned down and kissed me deeply. As he kissed me, he thrust his hips lightly against me. I felt both of our cocks on my stomach, trapped between our bodies. He thrust again, with a little more force. He put one hand on my thigh and wrapped my leg around his back for more contact. I wrapped my arms around him and held on for dear life. His smooth chest rubbed against my nipples and I arched into him, meeting him thrust for thrust. Our increasingly louder moans were being muffled by our lips on each others', but I still thanked God that my neighbors were out of town. Who knows what they'd be thinking at this point! I felt my stomach clench and I knew I was getting close. Orlando reached between our legs and grabbed both of our cocks with his hand. A couple of hard tugs and we both came with a loud roar. I hoped Mr. and Mrs. Lemmon were having a wonderful time in Hawaii. When his last spasms ended, he collapsed on top of me.

We stayed like that for a few minutes, and then he rolled off me. Unfortunately for him, it was on the wrong side of the couch and right onto the floor. He landed with a surprised “Oomph”, and for a second neither one of us said anything. Then we both started laughing.

“Luv, that was fucking great, but I think we should move this into the bedroom. A bit more room, and less chance of serious injury, yeah?”

I finally got myself under control and got off the couch to help him up. “Good idea. Let’s go to bed.”

…tbc