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Adult ++
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Title: [untitled]
Author: Sonja
Pairing: Orlando Bloom/Elijah Wood.
Rating: NC-17.
Disclaimer: AU. Never happened. Also, there is no plot.
Author's Notes: For talesinbloom, because she's brill like that. No, really. Trust me on this.
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Orlando cracked one eye open and focused it on the blinking blue lights of the mobile phone setting on his bedside table. An electronic rendition of Take Me Out blared from the phone’s tiny speaker, but by the time Orlando curled his sleep-weighted fingers around it, the song had stopped playing. He looked at the display and saw a number he did not recognise. He waited for the short beep signalling a new voice message and dialled his mailbox. The digitised voice on the line told him the message had been left at 6:42 pm, less than two minutes ago. Orlando’d been asleep since he’d gotten home from work at 2:30.
“Hi, uh, this message is for Orlando. It’s Elijah. We met yesterday at the Safeway? I was wondering if you’d maybe want to go out tonight. Give me a call back and let me know if you’re interested. Thanks.”
Orlando cradled the phone in his hand for a moment before putting it back on the table. He rubbed the sleep from his eyes and sat up, trying to recall the face that went with the abrupt American voice on the recording. Ah, yes. Elijah, the young man who’d come through his checkout with nothing but a packet of jaffa cakes and a can of Pringles. Seeing the way Elijah’s eyes had scanned his body and lingered on his mouth, Orlando’d licked his lips and offered, “I have a break coming in ten minutes.” Elijah’d been in somewhat of a hurry, or so he’d said, but took Orlando’s phone number with a promise to ring him later.
“Could use a bit of that,” Orlando said, selecting Elijah’s number from the list of incoming calls. His cock was stiffening at the prospect of being rammed down the pretty American boy’s throat.
**
Orlando stood in front of Perseverance and checked his watch. He’d been waiting outside the pub for ten minutes and Elijah hadn’t shown. He’d begun to think that he was being stood up when he caught sight of Elijah heading toward him on Lamb’s Conduit Street. Ah, yes. Could definitely do with a bit of that.
Always the gentleman, and never one to pass up the chance for a view of a bloke’s arse, Orlando opened the door to the pub and let Elijah walk in first. Though Elijah was a bit on the short side of what Orlando would usually consider attractive, he was hardly disappointed. Seeing the way the denim hung low on his date’s slim hips made Orlando want to forgo drinks and take Elijah back to his flat. A body like that was made for sex.
Halfway through his second pint, Orlando left a few notes on the bar and pulled Elijah toward the door.
**
No time was wasted between Orlando’s door slamming shut and mouths being mashed together as if lives depended on it. Elijah worked his fingers free of Orlando’s hair and put them to use lowering the zip of Orlando’s trousers. Orlando’s cock twitched in the hand that held it- Elijah’s paleness a sharp contrast to the dark contours of Orlando’s reddened flesh. Elijah pulled his mouth from Orlando’s and dropped to his knees. Orlando inhaled sharply as Elijah took his entire length into his mouth at once, his lips touching Orlando’s balls and sending jolts of electricity up and down Orlando’s shaft. The Yank could deep-throat, that was without doubt.
Each tongue stroke brought Orlando closer and closer to orgasm, but he didn’t want to come like this; he didn’t want to come standing up in the middle of the lounge with his trousers round his ankles and this evening’s conquest still fully clothed. On his back with a tongue- or better still, a cock- up his arse was a much better way to go.
**
Orlando fisted the bed sheet as Elijah’s tongue worked its way around the base of his cock, over his balls, and down between his buttocks. He made lewd noises when Elijah made wet circles over the puckered ring before pressing his tongue firmly against it. Elijah groped for the bottle of Eros Orlando’d set on the floor beside the bed, opened the cap, and poured a generous amount into the palm of one hand. He briskly rubbed his palms together, warming the lube before coating his condom-covered cock and Orlando’s waiting entrance with it.
Two fingers slid in and out of Orlando’s body, twisting and scissoring as they stretched him. Pleas and moans filled the small bedroom as Elijah teasingly pressed his cockhead against Orlando’s stretched and ready opening before pushing in slowly, pulling out a fraction, and pushing back in further. After having established a steady rhythm, Elijah gripped Orlando’s dripping cock with a lube-slick hand and pumped it in time with his thrusts.
Elijah fucked Orlando relentlessly, and just as Orlando felt his orgasm building inside of him, Elijah pulled out, pulled the condom off, and splattered sticky ropes of semen over Orlando’s belly and chest. Elijah swooped his mouth down over Orlando’s pulsing cock, and with gritted teeth and clenched fists, Orlando rode out the waves of his own climax.
**
In the morning, after being awoken by the awful shrieking of his alarm clock, Orlando rolled over to see Elijah had gone. Wiping the sleep from his eyes, he grabbed the phone off the bedside table, and next to Elijah’s now-programmed-in name, he added the word brill in brackets. That was one experience he’d like to repeat.
Author: Sonja
Pairing: Orlando Bloom/Elijah Wood.
Rating: NC-17.
Disclaimer: AU. Never happened. Also, there is no plot.
Author's Notes: For talesinbloom, because she's brill like that. No, really. Trust me on this.
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Orlando cracked one eye open and focused it on the blinking blue lights of the mobile phone setting on his bedside table. An electronic rendition of Take Me Out blared from the phone’s tiny speaker, but by the time Orlando curled his sleep-weighted fingers around it, the song had stopped playing. He looked at the display and saw a number he did not recognise. He waited for the short beep signalling a new voice message and dialled his mailbox. The digitised voice on the line told him the message had been left at 6:42 pm, less than two minutes ago. Orlando’d been asleep since he’d gotten home from work at 2:30.
“Hi, uh, this message is for Orlando. It’s Elijah. We met yesterday at the Safeway? I was wondering if you’d maybe want to go out tonight. Give me a call back and let me know if you’re interested. Thanks.”
Orlando cradled the phone in his hand for a moment before putting it back on the table. He rubbed the sleep from his eyes and sat up, trying to recall the face that went with the abrupt American voice on the recording. Ah, yes. Elijah, the young man who’d come through his checkout with nothing but a packet of jaffa cakes and a can of Pringles. Seeing the way Elijah’s eyes had scanned his body and lingered on his mouth, Orlando’d licked his lips and offered, “I have a break coming in ten minutes.” Elijah’d been in somewhat of a hurry, or so he’d said, but took Orlando’s phone number with a promise to ring him later.
“Could use a bit of that,” Orlando said, selecting Elijah’s number from the list of incoming calls. His cock was stiffening at the prospect of being rammed down the pretty American boy’s throat.
**
Orlando stood in front of Perseverance and checked his watch. He’d been waiting outside the pub for ten minutes and Elijah hadn’t shown. He’d begun to think that he was being stood up when he caught sight of Elijah heading toward him on Lamb’s Conduit Street. Ah, yes. Could definitely do with a bit of that.
Always the gentleman, and never one to pass up the chance for a view of a bloke’s arse, Orlando opened the door to the pub and let Elijah walk in first. Though Elijah was a bit on the short side of what Orlando would usually consider attractive, he was hardly disappointed. Seeing the way the denim hung low on his date’s slim hips made Orlando want to forgo drinks and take Elijah back to his flat. A body like that was made for sex.
Halfway through his second pint, Orlando left a few notes on the bar and pulled Elijah toward the door.
**
No time was wasted between Orlando’s door slamming shut and mouths being mashed together as if lives depended on it. Elijah worked his fingers free of Orlando’s hair and put them to use lowering the zip of Orlando’s trousers. Orlando’s cock twitched in the hand that held it- Elijah’s paleness a sharp contrast to the dark contours of Orlando’s reddened flesh. Elijah pulled his mouth from Orlando’s and dropped to his knees. Orlando inhaled sharply as Elijah took his entire length into his mouth at once, his lips touching Orlando’s balls and sending jolts of electricity up and down Orlando’s shaft. The Yank could deep-throat, that was without doubt.
Each tongue stroke brought Orlando closer and closer to orgasm, but he didn’t want to come like this; he didn’t want to come standing up in the middle of the lounge with his trousers round his ankles and this evening’s conquest still fully clothed. On his back with a tongue- or better still, a cock- up his arse was a much better way to go.
**
Orlando fisted the bed sheet as Elijah’s tongue worked its way around the base of his cock, over his balls, and down between his buttocks. He made lewd noises when Elijah made wet circles over the puckered ring before pressing his tongue firmly against it. Elijah groped for the bottle of Eros Orlando’d set on the floor beside the bed, opened the cap, and poured a generous amount into the palm of one hand. He briskly rubbed his palms together, warming the lube before coating his condom-covered cock and Orlando’s waiting entrance with it.
Two fingers slid in and out of Orlando’s body, twisting and scissoring as they stretched him. Pleas and moans filled the small bedroom as Elijah teasingly pressed his cockhead against Orlando’s stretched and ready opening before pushing in slowly, pulling out a fraction, and pushing back in further. After having established a steady rhythm, Elijah gripped Orlando’s dripping cock with a lube-slick hand and pumped it in time with his thrusts.
Elijah fucked Orlando relentlessly, and just as Orlando felt his orgasm building inside of him, Elijah pulled out, pulled the condom off, and splattered sticky ropes of semen over Orlando’s belly and chest. Elijah swooped his mouth down over Orlando’s pulsing cock, and with gritted teeth and clenched fists, Orlando rode out the waves of his own climax.
**
In the morning, after being awoken by the awful shrieking of his alarm clock, Orlando rolled over to see Elijah had gone. Wiping the sleep from his eyes, he grabbed the phone off the bedside table, and next to Elijah’s now-programmed-in name, he added the word brill in brackets. That was one experience he’d like to repeat.