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Lord of the Rings Movies › General › Lord of the Ring Stars
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
13
Views:
2,509
Reviews:
21
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This is work of fiction! I do not know the celebrity(ies) I am writing about, and I do not profit from these writings.
Seekrit NC-17 Chapter!!
As stated in Part One, this is a school!fic. The characters in this story are 17, which, in the UK, is one year older than the consensual age for sex. This chapter describes in detail what the previous chapter only glossed over- the actual events (as made up by me in the story, duh) that took place after Elijah and Orlando went up to Orlando's room and before they went down to eat dinner.
If you do not wish to read this, please don't. Again, there are graphic descriptions of sex between two 17 year-old males. This chapter has only been posted to AFF and not to my LiveJournal. It's like the Isla de Muerta of the fic- you won't see it unless you know it's here.
You've been duly warned.
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“So, yeah. I like you.” Orlando finished unbuttoning Elijah’s shirt and was working on the zip to his trousers. “Now, are you going to lie there and be quiet and let me have my wicked way with you, or are you going to waffle on like a girl?” Elijah didn’t say a word. “Good. Now lift your skinny arse so I can get these bloody trousers down.”
Elijah did as Orlando said, and in one smooth movement, his trousers and pants were at his ankles. He could feel Orlando’s gaze on his cock, and his face flushed. “What?”
“I’d sort of forgotten you’d be cut. I’ve never seen a cut cock in person, and I like it.”
Elijah didn’t know what to say to that. “Thanks?” Orlando didn’t answer; he just bent and sucked the head into his mouth. “Ah, fuck!”
“Shh,” Orlando said, only momentarily releasing Elijah. Elijah covered his mouth with one hand and loosely fisted Orlando’s hair with the other as Orlando sucked him.
“Oh, fuck, Orly, that’s so fucking good.” Orlando took Elijah’s cock deep into his mouth once more before letting go, leaving Elijah looking disappointed. “Why-”
“I want you to fuck me. You want to, ‘Lijah?” He licked the droplet of clear liquid from Elijah’s cockhead and Elijah groaned. “I want you to.”
“Oh, Hell yes.”
Orlando rose up onto his knees and untied his tie. Elijah watched, transfixed, as he slowly slid it from the collar of his shirt and down his chest, finally letting the black and burgundy silk drop to the bed. Next came the white shirt, one button at a time, and Elijah had to fight the urge just to rip the fabric from Orly’s taut body. The outline of Orlando’s erection was clearly visible through the thin black trousers that rode low on his hips. And then- a tattoo. Elijah could nearly taste the salt from Orlando’s skin as he imagined tracing the ink lines with his tongue. “Had it since I was fifteen,” Orlando said, seeing that Elijah’s gaze had fallen upon the sun on his belly.
“Hot.” Elijah’s voice was strangled, but he quickly recovered. “Take them off Orly. I want to see you.” Orlando followed Elijah’s order, and unfastened his trousers. They fell to the bed, exposing Orlando’s stiff cock. The head poked out from the top of Orly’s foreskin, and Elijah reached out and wrapped his hand around it. “Lie on your back,” he said before letting go.
Once again, Orlando did as Elijah said, and lay down on his back, shedding his trousers as he went. With Elijah’s guidance, he slid to the edge of the bed and held his legs apart. “If you look in my bureau drawer, the top one, there ought to be a condom.”
“What about-”
“Oh, shit. All I’ve got’s a bit of moisturiser, and I think that’s under the bed.” Orlando’s cheeks turned a shade of pink as he realised he’d just revealed his wanking habits. “Easy access, you know.”
Elijah nodded and went about finding the supplies. When he’d located two condoms and a small tube of hand cream, he knelt on the floor between Orlando’s spread legs. He leant in and pressed his tongue to the pink pucker of Orly’s arsehole; Orlando’s right leg twitched and Elijah pressed harder. With slightly unsteady hands, Elijah squeezed a bit of the hand cream onto his finger tip and after one last, slow lick, massaged it into Orlando’s entrance. His index finger slid in easily, and with another small amount of lotion, Elijah was able to slip his index and middle fingers inside.
“Fuck me, Lijah. Oh, God, fuck me.”
Elijah withdrew his fingers and wiped them on his leg. Still, getting the condom packet open was difficult with the moisturiser that was left on his hands, so Orlando, trying hard not to laugh, gestured for Elijah to hand him the packet. When the packet was finally opened, Elijah rolled the condom on and positioned his cock between Orly’s buttocks. “Ready?”
“Yes,” Orlando breathed, and relaxed so that Elijah could enter him more easily. “Oh, yes. That’s brilliant, right there,” he said as Elijah began to move. He held his cock and balls together in one hand as Elijah’s thrusts became harder and deeper, and when he couldn’t hold off any longer, he came, spurting white threads into the air and onto his stomach. Elijah swiped a finger through Orly’s come, and licked it off. It was then that he too came, his cock pulsing inside of Orlando’s spent body.
“Holy shit,” Elijah panted, collapsing onto Orlando’s sticky stomach.
**
Orlando and Elijah lay atop Orlando’s bed, wearing nothing but a fine sheen of sweat. “I don’t want to go home.”
“Then don’t. Call your Mrs Wilson-”
“Watson.”
“-Watson, and tell her you want to stay the night.” Orlando rolled to his side and looked at Elijah. “I’m sure she won’t mind.”
“What about your mom?”
“My mum’s just over the moon that I’ve got someone over. But,” he said, running his hand through Elijah’s hair, “we’ve got to get dressed for dinner before she sends Sam up to get us.”
If you do not wish to read this, please don't. Again, there are graphic descriptions of sex between two 17 year-old males. This chapter has only been posted to AFF and not to my LiveJournal. It's like the Isla de Muerta of the fic- you won't see it unless you know it's here.
You've been duly warned.
------
“So, yeah. I like you.” Orlando finished unbuttoning Elijah’s shirt and was working on the zip to his trousers. “Now, are you going to lie there and be quiet and let me have my wicked way with you, or are you going to waffle on like a girl?” Elijah didn’t say a word. “Good. Now lift your skinny arse so I can get these bloody trousers down.”
Elijah did as Orlando said, and in one smooth movement, his trousers and pants were at his ankles. He could feel Orlando’s gaze on his cock, and his face flushed. “What?”
“I’d sort of forgotten you’d be cut. I’ve never seen a cut cock in person, and I like it.”
Elijah didn’t know what to say to that. “Thanks?” Orlando didn’t answer; he just bent and sucked the head into his mouth. “Ah, fuck!”
“Shh,” Orlando said, only momentarily releasing Elijah. Elijah covered his mouth with one hand and loosely fisted Orlando’s hair with the other as Orlando sucked him.
“Oh, fuck, Orly, that’s so fucking good.” Orlando took Elijah’s cock deep into his mouth once more before letting go, leaving Elijah looking disappointed. “Why-”
“I want you to fuck me. You want to, ‘Lijah?” He licked the droplet of clear liquid from Elijah’s cockhead and Elijah groaned. “I want you to.”
“Oh, Hell yes.”
Orlando rose up onto his knees and untied his tie. Elijah watched, transfixed, as he slowly slid it from the collar of his shirt and down his chest, finally letting the black and burgundy silk drop to the bed. Next came the white shirt, one button at a time, and Elijah had to fight the urge just to rip the fabric from Orly’s taut body. The outline of Orlando’s erection was clearly visible through the thin black trousers that rode low on his hips. And then- a tattoo. Elijah could nearly taste the salt from Orlando’s skin as he imagined tracing the ink lines with his tongue. “Had it since I was fifteen,” Orlando said, seeing that Elijah’s gaze had fallen upon the sun on his belly.
“Hot.” Elijah’s voice was strangled, but he quickly recovered. “Take them off Orly. I want to see you.” Orlando followed Elijah’s order, and unfastened his trousers. They fell to the bed, exposing Orlando’s stiff cock. The head poked out from the top of Orly’s foreskin, and Elijah reached out and wrapped his hand around it. “Lie on your back,” he said before letting go.
Once again, Orlando did as Elijah said, and lay down on his back, shedding his trousers as he went. With Elijah’s guidance, he slid to the edge of the bed and held his legs apart. “If you look in my bureau drawer, the top one, there ought to be a condom.”
“What about-”
“Oh, shit. All I’ve got’s a bit of moisturiser, and I think that’s under the bed.” Orlando’s cheeks turned a shade of pink as he realised he’d just revealed his wanking habits. “Easy access, you know.”
Elijah nodded and went about finding the supplies. When he’d located two condoms and a small tube of hand cream, he knelt on the floor between Orlando’s spread legs. He leant in and pressed his tongue to the pink pucker of Orly’s arsehole; Orlando’s right leg twitched and Elijah pressed harder. With slightly unsteady hands, Elijah squeezed a bit of the hand cream onto his finger tip and after one last, slow lick, massaged it into Orlando’s entrance. His index finger slid in easily, and with another small amount of lotion, Elijah was able to slip his index and middle fingers inside.
“Fuck me, Lijah. Oh, God, fuck me.”
Elijah withdrew his fingers and wiped them on his leg. Still, getting the condom packet open was difficult with the moisturiser that was left on his hands, so Orlando, trying hard not to laugh, gestured for Elijah to hand him the packet. When the packet was finally opened, Elijah rolled the condom on and positioned his cock between Orly’s buttocks. “Ready?”
“Yes,” Orlando breathed, and relaxed so that Elijah could enter him more easily. “Oh, yes. That’s brilliant, right there,” he said as Elijah began to move. He held his cock and balls together in one hand as Elijah’s thrusts became harder and deeper, and when he couldn’t hold off any longer, he came, spurting white threads into the air and onto his stomach. Elijah swiped a finger through Orly’s come, and licked it off. It was then that he too came, his cock pulsing inside of Orlando’s spent body.
“Holy shit,” Elijah panted, collapsing onto Orlando’s sticky stomach.
**
Orlando and Elijah lay atop Orlando’s bed, wearing nothing but a fine sheen of sweat. “I don’t want to go home.”
“Then don’t. Call your Mrs Wilson-”
“Watson.”
“-Watson, and tell her you want to stay the night.” Orlando rolled to his side and looked at Elijah. “I’m sure she won’t mind.”
“What about your mom?”
“My mum’s just over the moon that I’ve got someone over. But,” he said, running his hand through Elijah’s hair, “we’ve got to get dressed for dinner before she sends Sam up to get us.”