Just Gone Seven
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Lord of the Rings Movies › General › Lord of the Ring Stars
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
1,575
Reviews:
3
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.
Just Gone Seven
Title: Just Gone Seven
Pairings: Orlando Bloom/Dominic Monaghan
Rating: PG-13, or R for language and implied sex.
Summary: Orlando's in Dom's bed. Pure fluffy goodn Lo Love and all that shit.
Archive: Limey Sugar; all others please ask.
Beta: Nope.
Notes: Toknowknowledge, 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.
Thoughts are in --...--, and emphases are written as *"¦*.
Feedback and CONSTRUCTIVE criticism are always welcome at: limey_sugar@yahoo.co.uk.
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Beep. Beep. Beep.
Bloody Hell, what *is* that? Oh, Dom's alarm clock. Dom's alarm clock?
Makes sense that it would be *Dom's* alarm clock, seeing as how I'm in Dom's bed. In Dom's bed lying next to Dom. He's just turned and smacked the clock, and now he's looking at me.
"Morning," like it's the most natural thing in the world to be saying to me.
"Morning," like it's the most natural thing in the world to be saying to *him*.
I can see his cock hard through the sheets, and we laugh, because mine's hard too. It's just morning wood, but there's something funny about it today. Today is the day that I wake up in Dom's bed next to Dom and we have morning wood. Together.
"I don't know why I set the sodding thing," he says, meaning the alarm, of course. "I don't have anywhere to be today." Except here with me.
"Well, since we're up- awake- since we're awake, we might just as well get up. Out of bed." I'm quite articulate first thing in the morning in someone else's bed.
"Too early." He's right; it is too early. It's just gone seven and it's *Saturday*. "Lie here with me for awhile." His eyes go closed again.
He's read my mind. "Okay."
Why am I in bed with Dom at seven on a Saturday morning? Oh, yes, I remember. Because of what he'd asked me. We were sitting in the local, just having a drink, and he'd asked me: "Orli," he'd said, just like he'd always said. Then, "Would it be alright of I kissed you?" Not at all like he'd always said, because he'd not said *that* before. I'd always thought that was a pity.
"You want to kiss me?" No, he didn't want to. He'd just asked if he could, but he didn't want to. Christ.
"Yeah, I want to. Kiss you." He was blushing. Dom was blushing.
"Well then, kiss me." You know how when you repeat a word over and over again, how it starts to sound like alien-speak? "Kiss me, Dominic." Kiss. Me. Dominic.
"Not here. Let's go back to my flat."
So here I am. And we *did* kiss, but then there was more. Much more.
We'd walked back here in near silence, which was odd, seeing as though we'd not stopped talking since I'd gotten to Manchester that afternoon. But that was talk about work and footy and life and our friends. It was most certainly not about Dominic wanting to kiss me. Until five minutes previous.
"Orli," when we were standing in the lounge after he'd ravaged my mouth and I'd ravaged his. "˜Fuck, I don't know what to say.'
"Fuck. That sounds like fun."
"Yeah, it does."
I'd never made it to a bedroom that fast in my entire life. It was as though we moved through the walls instead of wasting all that time going around them and through doors.
All the way to Dom's bed I don't think we ever stopped touching one another. His mouth on my mouth, my hands on his back; we weren't Orli and Dom, we were Orlianddom. Domandorli. One being with four arms and four legs and two heads.
Out of nowhere, "I love you." Who said it? Was it me? Was it Dominic? No, neither of us had spoken. Our mouths hadn't been separated long enough even for those little words to escape. It was a feeling. I think we both felt it at once, because it was at that very moment that our kissing had slowed down and become more sensual. Not the ravenous attacking that it had been.
It's true; I *do* love Dominic. I suppose I always have. But for him to know and feel it too was overwhelming.
Somewhere outside, a lorry is backing up with its meep, meep, meep warning people not to walk behind it. Dom turned around sleepily and smacked the alarm clock. His eyes didn't even open.
END.
Pairings: Orlando Bloom/Dominic Monaghan
Rating: PG-13, or R for language and implied sex.
Summary: Orlando's in Dom's bed. Pure fluffy goodn Lo Love and all that shit.
Archive: Limey Sugar; all others please ask.
Beta: Nope.
Notes: Toknowknowledge, 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.
Thoughts are in --...--, and emphases are written as *"¦*.
Feedback and CONSTRUCTIVE criticism are always welcome at: limey_sugar@yahoo.co.uk.
****
Beep. Beep. Beep.
Bloody Hell, what *is* that? Oh, Dom's alarm clock. Dom's alarm clock?
Makes sense that it would be *Dom's* alarm clock, seeing as how I'm in Dom's bed. In Dom's bed lying next to Dom. He's just turned and smacked the clock, and now he's looking at me.
"Morning," like it's the most natural thing in the world to be saying to me.
"Morning," like it's the most natural thing in the world to be saying to *him*.
I can see his cock hard through the sheets, and we laugh, because mine's hard too. It's just morning wood, but there's something funny about it today. Today is the day that I wake up in Dom's bed next to Dom and we have morning wood. Together.
"I don't know why I set the sodding thing," he says, meaning the alarm, of course. "I don't have anywhere to be today." Except here with me.
"Well, since we're up- awake- since we're awake, we might just as well get up. Out of bed." I'm quite articulate first thing in the morning in someone else's bed.
"Too early." He's right; it is too early. It's just gone seven and it's *Saturday*. "Lie here with me for awhile." His eyes go closed again.
He's read my mind. "Okay."
Why am I in bed with Dom at seven on a Saturday morning? Oh, yes, I remember. Because of what he'd asked me. We were sitting in the local, just having a drink, and he'd asked me: "Orli," he'd said, just like he'd always said. Then, "Would it be alright of I kissed you?" Not at all like he'd always said, because he'd not said *that* before. I'd always thought that was a pity.
"You want to kiss me?" No, he didn't want to. He'd just asked if he could, but he didn't want to. Christ.
"Yeah, I want to. Kiss you." He was blushing. Dom was blushing.
"Well then, kiss me." You know how when you repeat a word over and over again, how it starts to sound like alien-speak? "Kiss me, Dominic." Kiss. Me. Dominic.
"Not here. Let's go back to my flat."
So here I am. And we *did* kiss, but then there was more. Much more.
We'd walked back here in near silence, which was odd, seeing as though we'd not stopped talking since I'd gotten to Manchester that afternoon. But that was talk about work and footy and life and our friends. It was most certainly not about Dominic wanting to kiss me. Until five minutes previous.
"Orli," when we were standing in the lounge after he'd ravaged my mouth and I'd ravaged his. "˜Fuck, I don't know what to say.'
"Fuck. That sounds like fun."
"Yeah, it does."
I'd never made it to a bedroom that fast in my entire life. It was as though we moved through the walls instead of wasting all that time going around them and through doors.
All the way to Dom's bed I don't think we ever stopped touching one another. His mouth on my mouth, my hands on his back; we weren't Orli and Dom, we were Orlianddom. Domandorli. One being with four arms and four legs and two heads.
Out of nowhere, "I love you." Who said it? Was it me? Was it Dominic? No, neither of us had spoken. Our mouths hadn't been separated long enough even for those little words to escape. It was a feeling. I think we both felt it at once, because it was at that very moment that our kissing had slowed down and become more sensual. Not the ravenous attacking that it had been.
It's true; I *do* love Dominic. I suppose I always have. But for him to know and feel it too was overwhelming.
Somewhere outside, a lorry is backing up with its meep, meep, meep warning people not to walk behind it. Dom turned around sleepily and smacked the alarm clock. His eyes didn't even open.
END.