Calling Mr. Wood!
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Category:
Lord of the Rings Movies › General › Lord of the Ring Stars
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
1
Views:
1,672
Reviews:
4
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
This is work of fiction! I do not know the celebrity(ies) I am writing about, and I do not profit from these writings.
Calling Mr. Wood!
Title: Calling Mr. Wood!
Pairing: Elijah/you'll see
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters appearing in this story, nor do I make any money from writing and posting this work.
Summary: Elijah and his phone. A little PWP
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Elijah glances down at the little screen on his cellphone and grins widely. “Hello, gorgeous,” he says when he answers, taking a deep drag off his clove and gazing out at the morning just breaking into beams of gold on the horizon. It’s going to be another perfect day in paradise.
“Hello yourself, gorgeous.” And just the sound of that breathy voice is enough to make his heart slam in his chest, make his body ache with longing. He swallows, squints at the gathering light and smiles. “Miss you. You miss me too?”
“You know I always miss you, you have to ask?”
“What’re you wearing?”
Elijah begins to laugh. “Oh man, that’s the lamest line in the fucking book – um...an evening gown and a tiara!”
“Sort of posh for morning, don’t you think?”
“Sorry – my tuxedo’s at the cleaners.”
“You didn’t answer my question – what’re you wearing?”
“A t-shirt and sweats.”
A pause, then, “Take off the shirt.”
Setting the phone onto the deck railing, Elijah silently complies. The sea air feels so good on his warm skin.
“...OK – it’s off.”
“Oh babes, you know how much I love your nipples...I bet they’re hard right now.”
He doesn’t even have to look, can feel the pleasurable tightening. That voice. Oh, that voice. It’s beginning to work its magic. Something else is beginning to tighten too, in anticipation.
Idly, he captures a nipple between thumb and forefinger and rubs, as little bolts of lightning flash all the way down to his groin. He lets out an “mmm”, closes his eyes. All the better to concentrate on the silky tones coming through his phone.
“Can you feel me taking one into my mouth and sucking it?”
And suddenly, he does. Feels the hot, wet sensation of mouth and tongue teasing and caressing his flesh, and without warning, he’s gasping, that tightening having blossomed into a full blown hard-on that takes his breath with the exquisite intensity of it all.
“You goddamn....”
Giggling. “You like that? Like that word, ‘sucking’?”
“You know I do, you fucking...”
“Temper temper, Elijah. Keep it up and I won’t.”
For the moment, the dark-haired man is dumbfounded. Kind of hard to think when all your blood is in your cock. “Won’t? Won’t what?”
“Well...suck you, of course. That’s what you want, isn’t it? Want my mouth on you, sucking you deep into my throat? Can you feel my tongue licking all around the head, licking into the slit? Making you so hard, you can barely breathe....”
Yeah, that’s about right. Elijah leans against the railing as he lets down a hand to cup his raging erection through the sweat pants, his desire beginning to darken a quarter-shaped spot on the crotch of the soft fabric. Oh christ, this is heaven. He moans now, wanting to get his hand around himself and ease that pressure, causing the phantom voice on the phone to chuckle.
“Yeah, you wanna...I know you wanna. Oh, the thought of you touching yourself is making me so hard, baby. So hard, I’m fuckin dripping with wanting you...Gonna make you come, love....”
Just a few seconds more, and Elijah has reached his limit. Resolutely, he draws his hand away from himself and hisses into the phone, “Orlando, you bastard, I’m coming upstairs...and if I find even one shred of clothes on you, your fucking ass is grass!”
Pairing: Elijah/you'll see
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters appearing in this story, nor do I make any money from writing and posting this work.
Summary: Elijah and his phone. A little PWP
++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
Elijah glances down at the little screen on his cellphone and grins widely. “Hello, gorgeous,” he says when he answers, taking a deep drag off his clove and gazing out at the morning just breaking into beams of gold on the horizon. It’s going to be another perfect day in paradise.
“Hello yourself, gorgeous.” And just the sound of that breathy voice is enough to make his heart slam in his chest, make his body ache with longing. He swallows, squints at the gathering light and smiles. “Miss you. You miss me too?”
“You know I always miss you, you have to ask?”
“What’re you wearing?”
Elijah begins to laugh. “Oh man, that’s the lamest line in the fucking book – um...an evening gown and a tiara!”
“Sort of posh for morning, don’t you think?”
“Sorry – my tuxedo’s at the cleaners.”
“You didn’t answer my question – what’re you wearing?”
“A t-shirt and sweats.”
A pause, then, “Take off the shirt.”
Setting the phone onto the deck railing, Elijah silently complies. The sea air feels so good on his warm skin.
“...OK – it’s off.”
“Oh babes, you know how much I love your nipples...I bet they’re hard right now.”
He doesn’t even have to look, can feel the pleasurable tightening. That voice. Oh, that voice. It’s beginning to work its magic. Something else is beginning to tighten too, in anticipation.
Idly, he captures a nipple between thumb and forefinger and rubs, as little bolts of lightning flash all the way down to his groin. He lets out an “mmm”, closes his eyes. All the better to concentrate on the silky tones coming through his phone.
“Can you feel me taking one into my mouth and sucking it?”
And suddenly, he does. Feels the hot, wet sensation of mouth and tongue teasing and caressing his flesh, and without warning, he’s gasping, that tightening having blossomed into a full blown hard-on that takes his breath with the exquisite intensity of it all.
“You goddamn....”
Giggling. “You like that? Like that word, ‘sucking’?”
“You know I do, you fucking...”
“Temper temper, Elijah. Keep it up and I won’t.”
For the moment, the dark-haired man is dumbfounded. Kind of hard to think when all your blood is in your cock. “Won’t? Won’t what?”
“Well...suck you, of course. That’s what you want, isn’t it? Want my mouth on you, sucking you deep into my throat? Can you feel my tongue licking all around the head, licking into the slit? Making you so hard, you can barely breathe....”
Yeah, that’s about right. Elijah leans against the railing as he lets down a hand to cup his raging erection through the sweat pants, his desire beginning to darken a quarter-shaped spot on the crotch of the soft fabric. Oh christ, this is heaven. He moans now, wanting to get his hand around himself and ease that pressure, causing the phantom voice on the phone to chuckle.
“Yeah, you wanna...I know you wanna. Oh, the thought of you touching yourself is making me so hard, baby. So hard, I’m fuckin dripping with wanting you...Gonna make you come, love....”
Just a few seconds more, and Elijah has reached his limit. Resolutely, he draws his hand away from himself and hisses into the phone, “Orlando, you bastard, I’m coming upstairs...and if I find even one shred of clothes on you, your fucking ass is grass!”