One Night

Title: Tequila Talking - Elijah
Series: One Night - Companion Pieces
Author/Email: eviltwin (tracey737uk@yahoo.co.uk)
Pairing: EW/OB
Rating: PG13
Summary: Orli flirts with Elijah.
Feedback: Bunnies need it.
Disclaimer: I makes no claims as to the actual sexual preferences of the people I portrays. I makes no money from it either. It's FICTION.
Website & Archive Rights: The Showcase ( www.dreamreaver.com/showcase )


"How'd you fuckin' miss a gob that big?" Dom quips, as some of Orli's tequila shot spills between his lips and dribbles down his chin. His comment just makes Orli laugh, and he sprays more tequila over the front of Eiljah's shirt. Orli wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, which he then wipes on Elijah's shirt.

"Fuck, sorry mate," he mutters, realising he's only making it worse as he rubs at the stain. Elijah looks down at his shirt, then back up at Orli.

"Don't worry about it," he says. He turns to the bar, rolling his eyes at Billy. Freezes when he feels warm hands sng ung under the hem of his shirt.

"Could 'ways jus' take it off," Orli says, tugging the shirt upwards. It's pointless to resist, or argue. Drunk Orli is determined, stubborn, super-humanly strong Orli. Like he undergoes some bizarre transformation when he drinks. Fucking freak of nature, thinks Elijah, as his shirt is tossed over the bar counter. It lands over the neat row of bottles which line the mirrored back wall.

"Looks like I win a prize," Orli purrs, hands splaying over Elijah's stomach.

"You're drunk, Orli."

"No 'm not."

Elijah ducks to one side when Orli's lips press against his shoulder. He turns round and glares at him. "Will you fucking stop that?" Oh yeah, he forgot. Drunk Orli is also ignorant, full-of-himself and fucking irresistible Orli. When he bats his eyelashes, Elijah can't help but smile. "Oh, fuck you."

Orli gets this evil grin on his face and leans in close, tequila-breath soaking Elijah's cheek. "You wish."

Eiljah shakes his head. "Come on, you drunken cunts. Time to go."

Billy jabs his middle finger in the air so Dom grabs him by the back of his collar and pulls him off his barstool. "Lij says, time to go. So come on."

Pulling up at Orli's house, Elijah looks round at him slouched in the passenger seat. He's fast asleep and snoring loudly. Elijah feels a strong urge to press down on the horn and wake the fucker up, but he daren't in case he wakes anyone else around here as well. He unbuckles his seatbelt instead and leans over, pokes Orli in the ribs. His friend makes a loud snorting sound and groans, lifting his head.

"What?"

"You're home."

"Yeah?" Orli looks at him blearily for a moment, then his head falls back against the seat.

"Orli, will you get the fuck up and inside so I can go home?"

"You're fuckin' grouchy when you don't get to drink."

"I just want to go home, okay? It's three in the da mor morning and I just want to go home, seeing as I have to be up in two hours. Unlike you. So get the fuck inside."

"You're cute when you're annoyed. Kinda like..." Orli giggles, and it sounds girlish and stupid. "Kinda like a little pissed off gnome."

"You want to see how pissed off I can get?"

Orli moves towards him and Elijah backs up in his seat, back pressing against his door. "I don't like seeing you pissed off, Lij..." His voice isn't quite so slurred any more. Obviously the sleep helped. "You know how I'd prefer to see you?"

Elijah shakes his head, suddenly scared for no reason. "How?"

"Naked, below me, screaming my name..."

Which makes Elijah laugh. "Stupid idiot."

Orli's tongue darts out to lick the corner of his mouth. His eyes are watery from the drink and the sleep, but his stare is still pretty intense and makes Elijah feel uncomfortable. "Why d'you think I'm joking?"

"Because you're out of your fucking head."

"No I'm not. Honest to God, I'm not."

Elijah's not sure if he can believe him or not. He saw how much Orli knocked back, and he knows that his friend is pretty good at playing it sober when he wants to. But Orli is looking so serious...

"Lij?" Elijah's eyes close as Orli's hand curves over his cheek, fingers stroking his hair above his ear. Fuck, but this shouldn't feel so good. Not after Astin. After having him tell Elijah that he loves him and then laughing it off because Elijah believes that no-one can. He wondered, after that, what kissing Sean would be like. Now he finds himself wondering if Orli's going to kiss him and how *that* might feel.

"Ever been kissed by a boy before?"

Orli is so close that Elijah can feel his friend's lips moving against his. He fights the urge to just lean forward and close the tiny gap. Instead he answers, "no. I haven't." And his own mouth lightly brushes Orli's. He can taste the alcohol.

"Do you want to be?"

"Depends on the boy."

The fingers in his hair stop stroking and Orli pulls back so that he can see Elijah properly. "Who do you want it to be?"

"Why not you?"

"I fucking love you, do you know that?"

His words are like a sobering slap in the face. Elijah turns his head away, looks out of the windscreen. "No, you don't," he says. "Maybe you should stop right there, Orli. That's the tequila talking, okay?"

Orli looks confused, dejected and disappointed all at once. "I-"

"Go on inside. Get some sleep. You'll thank me in the morning that I didn't let you make an ass of yourself."

Orli fumbles with his seatbelt, manages to click it open. It takes him another minute to find his door handle in the dark interior of the car, but he does. "'m sorry," he mutters, as he stumbles out onto the drive.

"It's okay, Orli. Don't worry about it."

"Yeah, whatever.." He waves a hand without looking back and heads for his front door. Doesn't look round once as Elijah starts the engine and backs out onto the main road. And Elijah can't blame him. Drunk or not, rejection hurts. He remembers how Sean looked when he was pretending that his feelings were all a big joke. Which he did purely for Elijah's sake. Yeah, it hurts a lot.


~end.