Is He or Isn't He?
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Category:
Lord of the Rings Movies › General › Lord of the Ring Stars
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
7
Views:
3,678
Reviews:
14
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.
VII: The Way it Was
Title: Is He or Isn't He?
Pairings: Orlando Bloom/Elijah Wood, Orlando Bloom/Viggo Mortensen
Rating: Overall: NC-17. This chapter: R or NC-17. I can never tell.
Summary: All's well that ends well. For some.
Archive: Limey Sugar; all others please ask.
Beta: Nope. This is just for fun. I didn't take it seriously enough for a beta.
Notes: To my knowledge, none of the events described in this *fiction* ever happened. That is why it is called fiction. I do not know any of these people personally (much to my chagrin), and therefore cannot make factual statements regarding any of their respective sexual orientations. There is no intent to cause harm to any person or make a profit from this writing.
Thoughts are in --...--, and emphases are written as *"¦*.
Feedback and CONSTRUCTIVE criticism are always welcome at: limey_sugar@yahoo.co.uk.
Want more slash? Send email to the above addy for an invite to the Limey Sugar group on Yahoo! Groups.
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Chapter Seven: The Way it Was.
He should have known better. Known better than to fuck around with cast mates. Especially cast mates that were half his age. And male. That always spelt trouble.
Not that he was in *love* with Orlando. Not that he *wasn't*. He just had a deep- something- for the boy. A deep, unrequited something.
That something required drowning in beer. Or rum. Or tequila.
*~*~*~*
Elijah stood, breathless against the wall in Orlando's flat. Orlando was no longer standing in the hall in front of him, no longer had his mouth on Elijah's. No, because Orlando was now *kneeling* in the hall in front of him, his mouth on other parts of Elijah that had Elijah's mouth beat by a mile.
Elijah had ignored the way Orlando had tugged the rough denim just a bit too harshly down his legs because he wanted Orlando to prove he loved *him* and not *Viggo*, and if getting blown in the hallway in Orli's flat was proof, then Elijah would take it.
Orlando twirled and swirled and licked and sucked until he could feel Elijah's grip on his shoulders tighten, then he slid his mouth so that just the tip of Elijah's length was just inside. He sucked mercilessly until Elijah came hot and salty down his throat.
"Now then," whispered Orlando as he stood to face Elijah.
"Now then," Elijah whispered back.
And that's the way it was.
Pairings: Orlando Bloom/Elijah Wood, Orlando Bloom/Viggo Mortensen
Rating: Overall: NC-17. This chapter: R or NC-17. I can never tell.
Summary: All's well that ends well. For some.
Archive: Limey Sugar; all others please ask.
Beta: Nope. This is just for fun. I didn't take it seriously enough for a beta.
Notes: To my knowledge, none of the events described in this *fiction* ever happened. That is why it is called fiction. I do not know any of these people personally (much to my chagrin), and therefore cannot make factual statements regarding any of their respective sexual orientations. There is no intent to cause harm to any person or make a profit from this writing.
Thoughts are in --...--, and emphases are written as *"¦*.
Feedback and CONSTRUCTIVE criticism are always welcome at: limey_sugar@yahoo.co.uk.
Want more slash? Send email to the above addy for an invite to the Limey Sugar group on Yahoo! Groups.
****
Chapter Seven: The Way it Was.
He should have known better. Known better than to fuck around with cast mates. Especially cast mates that were half his age. And male. That always spelt trouble.
Not that he was in *love* with Orlando. Not that he *wasn't*. He just had a deep- something- for the boy. A deep, unrequited something.
That something required drowning in beer. Or rum. Or tequila.
*~*~*~*
Elijah stood, breathless against the wall in Orlando's flat. Orlando was no longer standing in the hall in front of him, no longer had his mouth on Elijah's. No, because Orlando was now *kneeling* in the hall in front of him, his mouth on other parts of Elijah that had Elijah's mouth beat by a mile.
Elijah had ignored the way Orlando had tugged the rough denim just a bit too harshly down his legs because he wanted Orlando to prove he loved *him* and not *Viggo*, and if getting blown in the hallway in Orli's flat was proof, then Elijah would take it.
Orlando twirled and swirled and licked and sucked until he could feel Elijah's grip on his shoulders tighten, then he slid his mouth so that just the tip of Elijah's length was just inside. He sucked mercilessly until Elijah came hot and salty down his throat.
"Now then," whispered Orlando as he stood to face Elijah.
"Now then," Elijah whispered back.
And that's the way it was.