Sparkles

SPARKLES

Elijah was starting to worry. This wasn't going to work at all. He knew Harry about as well as Orlando did, which is to say not very. Not to mention this had to be, like, the dumbest idea in the history of everything. Ever.

"Having second thoughts?" Harry asked. His voice was so warm, though. Trustworthy. Elijah shook his head and it really didn't feel like a lie.

"Second thoughts? No way. Are we almost ready?"

"Just waiting for the guest of honour."

"Great." Elijah rubbed his hands together, hunching closer to the fire to try and keep warm. Midnight just was not made for Hawaiian shirts.

"Think he'll come?" Harry asked, throwing another piece of wood on the fire.

"Sure. Why wouldn't he? This is, y'know, traditional shit for him."

Another five minutes passed with both men staring into the fire, listening to it popping and crackling.

"Um," Elijah said.

"You told him where, didn't you?"

"Yeah. Well... Yeah. He should find it." Elijah scratched his nose, lifting his eyes to look at the dark shapes of hills.

"We could let one off, give him a bit of a guide or something."

"Yeah." Elijah nodded, watched Harry light a cigar. "Yeah, I guess that'd work. Kinda ruin the surprise, but..."

"What surprise?"

They both jumped as Orlando came down the hill, behind them. "What's all this?"

"Guy Fawkes' night. In New Zealand," Elijah explained, getting up to greet Orlando with a hug. "So you don't miss out."

"God, you're sweet." Orlando grinned as Elijah's cheeks turned red. "Why are we wearing these shirts, though?"

"Because I'm a masochist. We have fireworks, you want to light the first one?" Elijah indicated the rows of rockets he and Harry had so carefully set up earlier.

"I think I'll leave that to the grown ups," Orlando replied, grinning at Harry.

Harry laughed as he crouched by the first row of fireworks and said, "You kids keep well back." He used the lit end of his cigar to ignite the fuse on the first rocket before quickly stepping back.

"Are you sure he knows what he's doing?" Orlando whispered, snaking his arm around Elijah's waist. They both looked up as the firework burst into the air with a scream before it exploded, raining down electric green sparkles.

"For the moment." Elijah leaned back, closed his eyes without a moment's thought and smiled as Orlando's fingers slid inside his shirt, between the third and fourth buttons.

There were nineteen more high-pitched wails, cracks, and falling, flickering lights. More green, some red, some blue and some gold. Orlando watched them all, making the appropriate 'ooh' and 'aah' sounds, while his busy fingers had Elijah making more inappropriate sounds.

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Harry watched the smoke as it gradually drifted away, unwilling to disturb the couple. He'd looked around once to discover that Elijah's earlier warnings of what might happen hadn't been unfounded.

Harry tried not to listen, tried to concentrate on other things, because Elijah's quicksoft gasps were really...

"Harry?"

"Yes?" Harry turned, gravity suddenly taking a strong hold on his insides. "Oh. Er."

"Don't just stand there on your own, get over here." Orlando spoke like honey and cream, held out his hand. Harry watched Elijah nibbling on olive skin. Fucking hell.

"Know you want him," Orlando said. "Why d'you think you're here?"

What? Harry thought. Elijah was grinning at him like a Cheshire cat, hips thrust out, hands tangled in wild dark curls. "Yeah, Harry. Why you and nobody else?"

"They... all had to be somewhere?" Harry realised just how dumb that sounded as soon as he said it. He looked them both over, their bodies making up a sinuous tableau of temptation before him. He wasn't the kind of guy to pass up such opportunities, so he gave a mental 'fuck it' shrug and joined them. It was Orlando's mouth he found first, because Elijah's instantly became occupied with the side of Harry's throat, scraping and licking like there was nothing on earth that tasted better.

Tonguefucking is what Harry decided. Orlando's tongue thrust in and back, rhythmically suggestive. Harry moaned, felt Elijah's teeth sink in and moaned louder.

"Mm, wanna suck your cock," Elijah murmured against Harry's skin.

Orlando chuckled at the sound Harry made in response. Continued to kiss him roughly while Elijah slid down to his knees between them, matching actions to words. Harry almost bit Orlando's tongue clean off when Elijah's fingers closed around his cock. Followed swiftly by

"Fuckingohh...fuck!"

his mouth. Tongue twisting and sliding with the fast, desperate bobbing of his head. Harry wanted to say 'whoa, whoa, what's the rush?' but. Yeah. It was too damned good. He gripped Elijah's hair carelessly between the fingers of his left hand, the right fisted in Orlando's curls. No wonder Orlando was so bloody happy all the time, Elijah's mouth was, God, heaven.

"Nnuuufff..."

Orlando swallowed Harry's groan while Elijah swallowed his cock, his come, everything.

A minute later, Elijah was back on his feet, hands busily tucking and zipping, tongue trying to insinuate its way into Orlando's and Harry's voracious kiss. Orlando pulled back, gave Elijah better access and smiled at the look on Harry's face. "Bloody freezing out here, isn't it?"

Harry was thinking that, no, actually it was pretty damned hot. But he read the question there in Orlando's eyes and nodded.

"Come on, then."

Elijah held on to Harry, breathless, his hair mussed and lips bright. "Happy Guy Fawkes night," he said, eyes sparkling.

END