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Lord of the Rings Movies › General › Lord of the Ring Stars
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
1,672
Reviews:
0
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.
Steam Shadows
Title: Steam Shadows
Author: Sparkleblsmchyld / Sparkleblsmchyld@yahoo.com
Type: RPS
Rating: R
Pairing: Orlando/Craig
Warning: Descriptions of m/m sex
Disclaimeot mot mine, probably never happened, never will. I make no claim to know what the actors/actresses do in their spare time. All hail P.J. and Tolkien. All ideas are result of my overactive imagination!
Archive: OEAM and AFF. If you want, just ask. I'd be flattered.
Timeline: Sometime after filming of all the LOTR movies, Orlando has been staying at Craig’s house.
Notes: Many thanks to Ida At OEAM, whose story ‘Feelin Love’ was a great inspiration for this story.
Notes 2: These stories have been resubmitted under my new and permanent name. They were once posted under the name Theniniell. So don't worry if they seem familiar.
Feedback: Have something you’ve just got to tell me? Please do, feedback is great.
Summary: Orlando takes a steamy shower.
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I watched him from the door, as steam poured from the room, sweat had begun to bead as soon as I stepped in the room...and my temp rose from there.
Behind clouclouded glass stood a darkened figure, one lone hand resting against the fogged glass, disrupting the pattern.
A soft whimper broke my concentration, and the hand shifted slightly to the side, creating a sliding effect.
The shadowy head hung down, his chest moving ever so slightly in and out...his other hand rested lower, the heavy stream obscuring my view.
My shirt now clung to my chest, the heat of the room making it troublesome. I slowly lifted it off and tossed it to the corner. My jeans also grew heavy; the steam from the room had caused them to dampen, super-heating my skin. If I wanted to be able to concentrate I decided that they needed to come off, they joined my shirt, the corner looking not quite so empty.
I smirked to myself as another groan broke my concentration on the lithe, shadowed form. I quietly walked over and cracked to glass door open, silently sliding inside.
A hand print was soon not the only thing outlined against the glass as heped ped my shoulders for support his trembling lips able to barely form words. A lone word, almost crushed from his lungs was music to my ears..."Craig..."
As the temp quickly elevated...
Author: Sparkleblsmchyld / Sparkleblsmchyld@yahoo.com
Type: RPS
Rating: R
Pairing: Orlando/Craig
Warning: Descriptions of m/m sex
Disclaimeot mot mine, probably never happened, never will. I make no claim to know what the actors/actresses do in their spare time. All hail P.J. and Tolkien. All ideas are result of my overactive imagination!
Archive: OEAM and AFF. If you want, just ask. I'd be flattered.
Timeline: Sometime after filming of all the LOTR movies, Orlando has been staying at Craig’s house.
Notes: Many thanks to Ida At OEAM, whose story ‘Feelin Love’ was a great inspiration for this story.
Notes 2: These stories have been resubmitted under my new and permanent name. They were once posted under the name Theniniell. So don't worry if they seem familiar.
Feedback: Have something you’ve just got to tell me? Please do, feedback is great.
Summary: Orlando takes a steamy shower.
*******
I watched him from the door, as steam poured from the room, sweat had begun to bead as soon as I stepped in the room...and my temp rose from there.
Behind clouclouded glass stood a darkened figure, one lone hand resting against the fogged glass, disrupting the pattern.
A soft whimper broke my concentration, and the hand shifted slightly to the side, creating a sliding effect.
The shadowy head hung down, his chest moving ever so slightly in and out...his other hand rested lower, the heavy stream obscuring my view.
My shirt now clung to my chest, the heat of the room making it troublesome. I slowly lifted it off and tossed it to the corner. My jeans also grew heavy; the steam from the room had caused them to dampen, super-heating my skin. If I wanted to be able to concentrate I decided that they needed to come off, they joined my shirt, the corner looking not quite so empty.
I smirked to myself as another groan broke my concentration on the lithe, shadowed form. I quietly walked over and cracked to glass door open, silently sliding inside.
A hand print was soon not the only thing outlined against the glass as heped ped my shoulders for support his trembling lips able to barely form words. A lone word, almost crushed from his lungs was music to my ears..."Craig..."
As the temp quickly elevated...