Idle Chit-Chat

Title: Idle Chit-Chat

Pairings: Orlando Bloom/Elijah Wood

Rating: NC-17

Summary: Orlando talks dirty to Elijah. Plot? Not bloody likely.

Archive: Limey Sugar; all others please ask (IOW: Tell me where and send me a link).

Beta: Nope. Not serious enough for that rot. Just fun, you know.

Notes: To my knowledge, none of the events described in this *fiction* ever happened. That is why it is called fiction. I do not know any of these people personally (much to my chagrin), and therefore cannot make factual statements regarding any of their respective sexual orientations. There is no intent to cause harm to any person or make a profit from this writing.

Yeah, Hobbit Movie Night is *obviously* a product of my imagination. Sounded like fun.

Thoughts are in --...--, and emphases are written as *…*.
Feedback and CONSTRUCTIVE criticism are always welcome at: elvenbeauty@hotmail.com or merenwen_fefalas@yahoo.co.uk.

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If he bends over one more time, I may bloody well take advantage of the situation. Fuck. His arse is just *begging* to have my cock rammed into it. Hmm, that’s a nice thought: Elijah on his knees, me behind him. Bloody fucking hell.

‘Hey Orli. Whatcha thinkin’ about?’

I want to say ‘How tight you are, and how you’d feel around my cock,’ but I don’t. Instead I opt for the more appropriate ‘Nothing.’

‘What else is new?’ Elijah thinks he’s quite funny. I can wipe the smile off his face. ‘You coming to my place tonight for Hobbit Movie Night?’

‘Yeah, I’ll be there.’ Of course I will. Despite the fact that I want to fuck this boy blind right about now, he *is* one of my closest friends here. ‘What should I bring?’ Besides handcuffs and a blindfold.

‘Just you. Oh, and maybe some beer.’

Hobbit Movie Night. Elijah had decided that we should all go to his place once or twice a month just to watch films. By *all*, I mean the Hobbits and I. Once, Billy’d brought a copy of Flipper as a joke, and Lij’d nearly beat him to death with the DVD case. So there was a rule: No movies anyone had been in. In other words, No Elijah Films.

I’d like to make an Elijah film of my own. For private home viewing, of course.

*~*~*~*~*


Yawn. Stretch. Everyone else has gone, and it’s just me and Lij sitting on his couch.

‘You want to know what I was thinking about?’

‘Huh?’

‘Earlier. You asked what I was thinking about.’

‘Oh, yeah. Sure.’ He looks at me and smiles his Elijah smile. God, those lips.

I slide down the couch and whisper in his ear, ‘Fucking you.’ In for a penny, in for a pound. A pound-ing too, perhaps.

‘Shut up, Orli.’ His cheeks turn a little pink. ‘You were not.’

‘I was so. I was thinking about how you’d look on your back with your legs around my waist.’ I lick up the outside of his ear. ‘I can almost feel you, so tight, Lij.’

‘Orli-’ It’s barely audible. His eyes are glazed over. He wants this.

‘Start out nice and slow, then harder and harder. You’d like that, wouldn’t you? Being fucked like that.’ Nibble at his earlobe. ‘Yes, you would.’ Lick his neck. ‘Feel me inside you, oh so deep.’

‘Ohhhhrli,’ as I slide my tongue over his skin, which is now considerably warmer than it was a moment ago. His head is against the back of the couch and his eyes are closed. I can hear his breathing get faster.

‘Hmm, Lij?’ Nibble. ‘You want that? You want me?’

‘Uhh-huhh,’ he moans. The sound alone is enough to make me come- almost.

‘Say it.’ I’ve climbed up onto his lap, my legs on either side of his, and I can feel how hard he is.

‘I want you.’ Elijah’s voice is a bit lower now. Dripping with desire. The air is heavy with it.

‘Want me to what, Lij?’ I love saying his name. It’s a good name for whispering against skin. Liiiiiiij. ‘What do you want me to do to you?’

‘I want you to-’ He can’t finish because my mouth’s on his. He opens his lips, and I slide my tongue inside. Fuck. When our tongues touch, it feels like I’ve been struck by lightning.

‘You want me to suck you?’ Against his lips. ‘You want to fuck my mouth? Cos that’s what *I* want *you* to do.’ More kissing. More Elijah moaning.

Elijah slides down a little on the couch, and I rise up on my knees. Trembling but skilled hands unbutton my trousers and lower my zipper. I made a point not to wear boxers. Not tonight. My jeans are being lowered down my hips and then Elijah grips the base of my cock with his hand and the tip with his mouth. I’m in fucking heaven. Oh, yeah. Every time his mouth slides down, his hand slides up. I suddenly remember that this isn’t what I wanted. Not yet.

‘Hang on. Stop.’

‘But you taste *good*.’ His hot breath on my wet skin threatens to undo me.

‘Come here.’ We move so that we’re longwise on the couch, and I slide my jeans off and then his. He’s not wearing anything under them either. Good boy, Lij. I lie so that now I’m on the couch and he’s over me. His cock is just inches from my mouth, and I can’t stand it. I reach back and grab his arse so push him closer.

‘Holy shit.’ His hips start to thrust forward, slowly. Then faster. My tongue is circling round and round and my fingers are tight around him, twisting just a little. ‘Orli, I’m gonna come.’

He knows I can’t respond to that cos my mouth is full of him. Full of his saltiness as he jerks forward one more time. My senses are flooded with his taste, his scent, his touch- all of it.

We manoeuvre so that now I’m on top again, between his thighs, waiting to push into him. Then coherent thought comes back. I reach for my jeans at the front of the couch because I’ve been a good boy and planned ahead. I’ve got a condom and a small tube of lube in my pockets. It also occurs to me that we are both still wearing shirts. Need to fix that.

Elijah laughs as I pull my supplies from their hiding places. ‘Planned this?’

‘No, I just carry this shit all over the place hoping to get lucky.’ Silly boy, of course I planned this. ‘And look, I have. I get to fuck you.’ His eyelids flutter at my words.

‘More room on the floor, you know.’ He lifts himself up off the couch and lies on the floor, legs spread wide. Once again, my brain takes a holiday. Good. Don’t need it anyway. Doesn’t take much brain power to do what I’m about to do.

I’ve got one finger in him now. Damn, the way I can feel him clenching down on it is driving me fucking mad. A little more lube. Another finger. Ahh, *there’s* what I’m looking for. He pushes down against my turning fingers as if he’s trying to screw himself onto them.

‘Impatient little bastard, aren’t you?’

‘More,’ Lij gasps. ‘More.’

I give him more. Sliding the condom on, slicking on more lube, I push myself slowly in, pull out, push in. Bloody hell this feels good. I can’t take the slow pace mush longer though. Have to go faster, harder. Need to hear my skin hit his and feel my balls slap against him.

It feels like I’m driving Elijah into the floor. It seems as though if he wasn’t holding on to the carpet for dear life, he’d just go right through it.

He’s got his legs wrapped tight around my waist, pulling me deeper into him. Fuck. Fuck, I’m coming.

‘Lij, Lij, oh fuuuuck.’ I reach to grab his cock and wank him off, but I don’t have to. He’s coming too- spurting aver ver us. I lean down and lick him clean and back up to his mouth to share it with him. He seems surprised at his own taste, but then his tongue is searching my mouth for more.

It takes all we’ve got to pull away from each other and get into the shower. Until Lij remembers he’s got more condoms in the loo.


END.