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Undone
TITLE: Undone
AUTHOR: Aja (orlandoobsessive@yahoo.co.uk)
WEBSITE: www.dreamreaver.com/showcase
LIVEJOURNAL: www.livejournal.com/~goodtwin
PAIRING: Jason Isaacs/Orlando Bloom
DISCLAIMER: This isn't true, I'm sure somebody would have noticed by now if this really had happened. Inferring nothing, making no money.
RATING: R
SUMMARY: When the laughter stops..
WARNINGS: Slashy Goodness.. like that's a surprise..
FEEDBACK: Ooh please.
AUTHOR NOTES: Most was written for a “no dialogue” challenge, time limit was 45 minutes. Completed in 35 minutes, proofread in another 10. Added another short section to the end.. er.. because I could. ~grins~
UNDONE
Orlando is laughing, arm slung around Jason's shoulders, Jason's fingers clutching his side.
Jason smiles, doesn't laugh. He's not sure what the joke is. The lights are too brighte the theatre is too hot, and Orlando's too beautiful. Jason's eyes hurt from looking at him. He wants to close them aill ill all of this away. Maybe not all of it. If he could shrink the world to himself and Orlando, he would be a happy man.
He's happy despite that, but not laugh out loud happy like Orlando is. His fingers tense, pinching the satin lining of Orlando's jacket. Another camera flash, and he catches himself looking at the satin of Orlando's skin. He wonders what it would feel like beneath his fingers. He moves his hand, feels Orlando squirm in his arms. 'I only want to touch', is on the tip of his tongue, but he pulls it back and sucks it in and swallows.
Jason turns his head a fraction of an inch until he can feel Orlando's hair curling tickles around his ear. Orli's still laughing, his thumb rubbing Jason's shoulder.
One more flash and Jason blinks, tightening his hold enough to pull Orlando away from the press.
Orlando follows him obediently to the bar, hasn't got much of a choice. Jasoesnoesn't let go until Orlando has a drink; even then he doesn't want to. The withdrawal of his fingers from warm satin leaves him shivering.
Orlando's eyes are still filled with laughter. He reaches past Jason for his beer, lashes lowered, fingers fumbling to loosen his tie. Jason bats his hand gently away and undoes the knot for him.windwinds the tie around his fingers, pulling it slowly from the shirt's collar. Orlando can't take his eyes off it. Can't stop staring at Jason's thumb. He blinks and tries to concentrate on his drink. He breathes in the foamy head through his mouth and swallows. Jas Jason has Orlando's tie wrapped around his hand like a bandage. Like a bandage, it's comforting. Reassuring. He watches Orlando lick the sheen of a bubbly white moustache from his upper lip, tries not to groan. Orlando's cheeks are flushed, sweat making his forehead shine under the neon lights. It's too hot in here, Jason thinks. He touches Orlando's arm, not with his hand but with the silk that it's bound in, and nods towards the exit. Orlando nods, takes a long swig of his beer, and lets himself be swept away again.
They find a door marked 'fire exit', it's already propped open. Beyond it, there's darkness and cool air. Orlando looks out first, looks both ways, checking the coast is clear. There isn't anyone in sight. He laughs and the laughter clouds in front of him in puffy white echoes. Jason stands behind him, looking over Orlando's head at the city lights. He isn't prepared when Orlando turns around, not quite laughing any more. He isn't prepared for the absence of even a smile in Orlando's eyes, because those eyes are always smiling.
When two hot hands press at Jason's shoulders, pushing him back against the wall, he thinks Orlando should be laughing. Jason opens his mouth to ask something, but he doesn't get a word out before Orlando's mouth is on his, rough tongue probing and stroking. Jason's knees buckle, but he's held in place by Orlando's kiss. He's so thoroughly undone that he has to remind himself to kiss back.
When Jason has the strength to open his eyes, he sees that Orlando's smile has returned. Less certainty in it, but it's there. Jason touches the smile, and nods.
Orlando sighs, relieved. As if the touch is greater proof than Jason accepting his kiss.
When Orlando opens his mouth to speak, Jason already knows what he's going to ask. He doesn't let Orlando get the words out, simply kisses his mouth in answer. Orlando smiles and pulls Jason to a darker place, the shadows writing sinful things in their eyes. Long fingers slide under Jason's sweater, pull at the shirt he wears beneath until it comes free. Jason lets his head fall back, hears the soft crumble of dry mortar that has gone undisturbed for far too long. Orlando's teeth graze across his throat, lifting almost painful goosebumps. Wandering fingers find and rub one of Jason's nipples, pulling and circling. Jason wants to moan, or try to say something, but he's forgotten how to shape his mouth to form words. His jaw feels too slack to be of much use anyway. Orlando's nails press into Jason's skin, scratch a line down over his belly. Fingers twist into coarse hair then dip lower still, pushing inside Jason's jeans.
Orlando's well-versed in this, J thi thinks. It doesn't bother him, he's glad for it in fact. That at least one of them knows what he's doing. Jason feels the curl of calloused skin around him, a silksmooth push down, a gentle pull back up. His jeans fall loose, and the part of his brain that's still functioning decides that Orlando's fingers are nicely nimble. Another good thingendeender as a lover, Orlando caresses with his whole hand; the tips of his fingers, his nails and his palm. He curls the other behind Jason's neck, steadying him. Presses his body hard to Jason's, leaving only enough room to breathe, only enough space for his hand to move on Jason's erection. Jason wants to hold Orlando, but he still can't speak, can't move except to jerk lazily into Orlando's fist. So he lets himself be swept away, and promises silently that he'll pleasure Orlando later in the comfort of his hotel bed. The mouth on his neck drags for a moment, then is gone. The hand that was behind his neck drifts down his body, and there's a soft thud as Orlando's knees hit the ground.
Jason sees a flash, thinks a storm's starting. Only the flash comes again, and doesn't go away. He loses himself, undone by Orlando's mouth. Inside it. He clutches at Orlando's hair, trying desperately toain ain his balance. Orlando makes a soft noise, swallows around Jason before licking him clean. Seconds later, he's back on his feet, rearranging, refastening. He kisses Jason again, tasting of salt and beer and night air. Jason takes a little longer to recover and open his eyes. He takes Orlando's hand and lifts it to his mouth, kisses the knuckles. He doesn't let it go. After all, there are promises to be fulfilled.
End
AUTHOR: Aja (orlandoobsessive@yahoo.co.uk)
WEBSITE: www.dreamreaver.com/showcase
LIVEJOURNAL: www.livejournal.com/~goodtwin
PAIRING: Jason Isaacs/Orlando Bloom
DISCLAIMER: This isn't true, I'm sure somebody would have noticed by now if this really had happened. Inferring nothing, making no money.
RATING: R
SUMMARY: When the laughter stops..
WARNINGS: Slashy Goodness.. like that's a surprise..
FEEDBACK: Ooh please.
AUTHOR NOTES: Most was written for a “no dialogue” challenge, time limit was 45 minutes. Completed in 35 minutes, proofread in another 10. Added another short section to the end.. er.. because I could. ~grins~
UNDONE
Orlando is laughing, arm slung around Jason's shoulders, Jason's fingers clutching his side.
Jason smiles, doesn't laugh. He's not sure what the joke is. The lights are too brighte the theatre is too hot, and Orlando's too beautiful. Jason's eyes hurt from looking at him. He wants to close them aill ill all of this away. Maybe not all of it. If he could shrink the world to himself and Orlando, he would be a happy man.
He's happy despite that, but not laugh out loud happy like Orlando is. His fingers tense, pinching the satin lining of Orlando's jacket. Another camera flash, and he catches himself looking at the satin of Orlando's skin. He wonders what it would feel like beneath his fingers. He moves his hand, feels Orlando squirm in his arms. 'I only want to touch', is on the tip of his tongue, but he pulls it back and sucks it in and swallows.
Jason turns his head a fraction of an inch until he can feel Orlando's hair curling tickles around his ear. Orli's still laughing, his thumb rubbing Jason's shoulder.
One more flash and Jason blinks, tightening his hold enough to pull Orlando away from the press.
Orlando follows him obediently to the bar, hasn't got much of a choice. Jasoesnoesn't let go until Orlando has a drink; even then he doesn't want to. The withdrawal of his fingers from warm satin leaves him shivering.
Orlando's eyes are still filled with laughter. He reaches past Jason for his beer, lashes lowered, fingers fumbling to loosen his tie. Jason bats his hand gently away and undoes the knot for him.windwinds the tie around his fingers, pulling it slowly from the shirt's collar. Orlando can't take his eyes off it. Can't stop staring at Jason's thumb. He blinks and tries to concentrate on his drink. He breathes in the foamy head through his mouth and swallows. Jas Jason has Orlando's tie wrapped around his hand like a bandage. Like a bandage, it's comforting. Reassuring. He watches Orlando lick the sheen of a bubbly white moustache from his upper lip, tries not to groan. Orlando's cheeks are flushed, sweat making his forehead shine under the neon lights. It's too hot in here, Jason thinks. He touches Orlando's arm, not with his hand but with the silk that it's bound in, and nods towards the exit. Orlando nods, takes a long swig of his beer, and lets himself be swept away again.
They find a door marked 'fire exit', it's already propped open. Beyond it, there's darkness and cool air. Orlando looks out first, looks both ways, checking the coast is clear. There isn't anyone in sight. He laughs and the laughter clouds in front of him in puffy white echoes. Jason stands behind him, looking over Orlando's head at the city lights. He isn't prepared when Orlando turns around, not quite laughing any more. He isn't prepared for the absence of even a smile in Orlando's eyes, because those eyes are always smiling.
When two hot hands press at Jason's shoulders, pushing him back against the wall, he thinks Orlando should be laughing. Jason opens his mouth to ask something, but he doesn't get a word out before Orlando's mouth is on his, rough tongue probing and stroking. Jason's knees buckle, but he's held in place by Orlando's kiss. He's so thoroughly undone that he has to remind himself to kiss back.
When Jason has the strength to open his eyes, he sees that Orlando's smile has returned. Less certainty in it, but it's there. Jason touches the smile, and nods.
Orlando sighs, relieved. As if the touch is greater proof than Jason accepting his kiss.
When Orlando opens his mouth to speak, Jason already knows what he's going to ask. He doesn't let Orlando get the words out, simply kisses his mouth in answer. Orlando smiles and pulls Jason to a darker place, the shadows writing sinful things in their eyes. Long fingers slide under Jason's sweater, pull at the shirt he wears beneath until it comes free. Jason lets his head fall back, hears the soft crumble of dry mortar that has gone undisturbed for far too long. Orlando's teeth graze across his throat, lifting almost painful goosebumps. Wandering fingers find and rub one of Jason's nipples, pulling and circling. Jason wants to moan, or try to say something, but he's forgotten how to shape his mouth to form words. His jaw feels too slack to be of much use anyway. Orlando's nails press into Jason's skin, scratch a line down over his belly. Fingers twist into coarse hair then dip lower still, pushing inside Jason's jeans.
Orlando's well-versed in this, J thi thinks. It doesn't bother him, he's glad for it in fact. That at least one of them knows what he's doing. Jason feels the curl of calloused skin around him, a silksmooth push down, a gentle pull back up. His jeans fall loose, and the part of his brain that's still functioning decides that Orlando's fingers are nicely nimble. Another good thingendeender as a lover, Orlando caresses with his whole hand; the tips of his fingers, his nails and his palm. He curls the other behind Jason's neck, steadying him. Presses his body hard to Jason's, leaving only enough room to breathe, only enough space for his hand to move on Jason's erection. Jason wants to hold Orlando, but he still can't speak, can't move except to jerk lazily into Orlando's fist. So he lets himself be swept away, and promises silently that he'll pleasure Orlando later in the comfort of his hotel bed. The mouth on his neck drags for a moment, then is gone. The hand that was behind his neck drifts down his body, and there's a soft thud as Orlando's knees hit the ground.
Jason sees a flash, thinks a storm's starting. Only the flash comes again, and doesn't go away. He loses himself, undone by Orlando's mouth. Inside it. He clutches at Orlando's hair, trying desperately toain ain his balance. Orlando makes a soft noise, swallows around Jason before licking him clean. Seconds later, he's back on his feet, rearranging, refastening. He kisses Jason again, tasting of salt and beer and night air. Jason takes a little longer to recover and open his eyes. He takes Orlando's hand and lifts it to his mouth, kisses the knuckles. He doesn't let it go. After all, there are promises to be fulfilled.
End