Inside Out

Author:Kerry ~Aja
Pairing: Harry Sinclair/Orlando Bloom/Craig Parker
Rating: NC17
Summary: And then something odd happened.
Note: For skyeathena because life is crazy and Harry is a "dreamboat".. hehe.. Or.. y'know. Just sexy as hell. However sexy hell is. I'll shut up now. ;D
Note 2: Soundtrack for this fic included Fuel's Something Like Human, Dies Irae and Jack Johnson. It's all over the place. Title from an Eve 6 song.
Disclaimer: Not true. Not even close to being true.

INSIDE OUT


Later that night, Harry was on his way back to his car. He hadn't had too much to drink in the pub, simply for the reason that he had a long drive home and didn't really fancy waking up in hospital.

He'd just about reached the car when someone leapt out from behind it.

"Fuck!" he swore, unable to stop himself from jumping.

Whoever it was started laughing, stayed in the shadows. From their height, Harry guessed it was Craig. Maybe Orli.

And then something odd happened.

Something behind him. Not in front. What had to be a tongue suddenly pressed to the back of his neck, making slow circles while whoever was in the shadows kept on chuckling.

Turn around, part of his brain said. The other part just decided that mm,s iss is nice. Enjoy.

So he stayed completely still. Felt short blasts of warm air lift the hairs at his nape. Whoever was behind him now laughing as well.

Finally, he found his voice.

"Hey. Hey, c'mon. This isn't funny."

"It's not meant to be funny," said a hot voice by his ear. Even distorted by proximity, Harry could recognise the voice as Orla's. 's.

Which meant..

"Christ, you look good. Like that. Sort of.. powerless." Craig stepped into the beam of the streetlight, shadows still playing across his face in ways that had Harry feeling weak.

Harry was about to protest, something to the effect of not being powerless. Being able to walk away at any time, in fact. But then Orlando's arm snaked around his waist, slender fingers plucking his shirt loose, working their way up and inside. He almost leaned back when he felt Orlando's thumb tickling through the trail of hair from his navel. Until he remembered that he might just crush the boy. And what about giving up control? Not that he thought he still had any here.

"Come with us," Craig said. It wasn't really much of a request.

Harry nodded. Looked at the keys in his hand, feeling completely out of it for a minute. Until Orlando moved away.

"Yeah, come with us. We want you." Orlando leaned in close again, just for a second, just long enough to say, "Preciousss."

Which had Harry smiling and thinking, okay. I'll be safe with them. They're not going to eat me alive, after all.

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Craig drove. Orlando had climbed into the back seat beside Harry, shoved the front passenger seat forward to make room for Harry's legs.

The car's interior filled with light sporadically as they passed traffic, the odd pub and takeaway that was still open.

Orlando was pressed to Harry's side, nibbling bluntly at the side of his neck while his fingers continued their earlier exploration of Harry's stomach.

Harry could only wonder what he'd done to deserve such attention, why Craig was allowing it, and what was in store for later.

"Ssh," Orlando whispered, lifting his hand to toy with Hars shs shirt buttons. "I can hear you thinking from here. Stop it."

"Yeah, Harry," Craig said, not turning around. "Just relax, alright?"

How the fuck am I supposed to relax? Harry turned his head to watch the shops give way to trees. He tried to be distracted by the view, but Orlando was having none of it. Suckling teeth became biting teeth, pulling at his skin in what could only be an attempt to mark him.

"Let me.." Orlando began, crawling onto Harry's lap as he bit down hard on fragile flesh.

"Ah! Christ, Orlando.."

"Don't get too carried away, Orls. We're almost there."

Orlando turned, shooting an unseen look at the back of Craig's head. "I'm just priming him for you. For us."

Harry couldn't suppress a groan at that. Oh, Jesus. Maybe I shouldn't have come, maybe I should've just-

"You're doing it again, Harry," Orlando scolded. And then Orlando's lips were on his, tongue pushing to get into his mouth, and Harry forgot what he was going to say.

Kissing Orlando was, in a clichéd kind of way, like touching the sun with your tongue. It was scalding, bright, blinding, melting.

It left Harry aching uncomfortably when Orlando finally let go and sat back. Way back, on the opposite end of the seat.

Harry was about to ask something, then he realised the car had stopped. The door opened beside him and Craig was reaching in to help Orlando unfasten Harry's seatbelt. Their hands drifted like feathers across his exposed stomach.

"Inside," Craig whispered before he withdrew his hand and turned towards the house.

Orlando shoved at Harry until he got out of the car. When all the doors were shut, Craig turned on his heel and aimed the key at the car. Harry heard a muted set of thunks as the doors locked. He was being urged gently forward by a hand pressed to the small of his back. Orlando started pulling Harry's already loose shirt off his shoulders before they even got inside the house.

Orlando's hot mouth was all over his back, kissing from shoulder to spine to shoulder. Craig, meanwhile...

"Jesus!" Harry jerked back into the wrap of Orlando's arms, felt Craig's mouth cover his, Craig's hand starting up a lazy rhythm on his cock. He felt Orlando laughing softly against his skin, let himself be pulled and pushed into Craig's bedroom, fell onto the bed while those two remained standing. He cursed again at the hungry looks in their eyes, squirmed as he watched them kiss. He was about to clear his throat, say 'hey', grab one of them or something, when they both turned to him. Got onto the bed and fucking crawled up alongside him, Orlando to his left and Craig to his right.

Harry could only think, 'sweet fuck, this is heaven...' It became more a mantra than a thought as Craig poured all his concentration into kissing Harry, getting to know the inside of his mouth so well he could probably draw a fucking diagram if asked. At least, that's what it felt like to Harry. All he could do was moan and take and buck like a wild animal when Orlando's mouth closed, sudden and hot, over the head of his cock. Lips, tongue and the slightest hint of teeth. Harry pushed up into Craig's mouth, not trying to get him to let go, just wanting to find Orlando's head, twist his fingers into those short curls and -

"Fucking Christ!" What the fuck was Orlando doing down there now? More to the point, who fucking cared? No wonder Craig held onto this one. That mouth. Harry's jaw clenched as Orlando's fist wrapped around him, too. Fell slack as long fingers stroked. He dug his heels into the sheets, tried to mumble a warning or something, but Craig still had his tongue.

Nobody let go when Harry came, sweat stinging in his eyes like tears, shudders wracking through his entire body. Orlando's mouth stayed on him, and Harry thought he could hear the boy swallowing. Amazed he could hear anything beyond the hot sound filling his head.

It took him a few minutes to come back down, to stop moving. Orlando kissed his thighs, his stomach, his chest and his throat. Came to rest with his lips pressed to Harry's mouth, while Craig stroked Harry's hair.

"So," Orlando said finally, sitting back. "Any questions?"

Harry blinked and smiled lazily. "Mm, just one."

"And what's that?" Craig asked, planting a kiss above Harry's eye.

Harry looked from one to the other. "When are you two going to get undressed?"

Harry saw Orlando's brilliant grin and felt the warmth of Craig's laughter. Yeah. A lot of promise in them both, that they'd turn Harry inside out before the night was done.


END