Fuchsia
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Category:
Lord of the Rings Movies › General › Lord of the Ring Stars
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
1
Views:
2,320
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.
Fuchsia
Fiction. Fiction. Fiction. Got it?
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Thank you to Veevs for the mental imagery. I lurve you, you crazy Aussie, you! Muah!
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Fuchsia
Orlando Bloom/Elijah Wood
R-ish for mild pervy boytouching. Ah, who am I kidding. Boyseks, baby. NC-17.
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"No fucking way, man." Orlando glared at the bottle in Elijah's hand. "You are not painting my toenails." He didn't even want to think about the reasons Elijah would have a bottle of nail polish. Especially that colour.
"Come on, Orli," he whinged, "just this once. I won't tell anyone."
"Yeah, until you get drunk. Then the whole bloody country will know. So, no-fucking-way. Full-stop. End of story."
"You're no fun. So what do you want to do tonight then? Pub'n'club with Dom and Billy?" Elijah put the polish down and sat next to Orli on the couch. "Or stay in with me and watch movies?"
"Neither. Got a date."
"All the more reason for a fancy pedicure, then. She'll think you're adorable when you get into bed with your painted toes."
"Fuck off Lij. Why the hell are you so keen to paint my toenails anyway? Got a foot fetish no one knows about?" One look at Elijah's face gave Orlando his answer. "Oh, shit. You do, don't you? Pervy bugger, aren't you?"
Elijah looked at Orli with nothing less than pure lust in his eyes. "The perviest. Now get your shoes off." He was not taking "˜no' for an answer. Orlando was leaving this house with coloured toenails.
Orlando started to say that he still wasn't sure he wanted his toenails any colour than the colour that they came in, but the look was back in Elijah's eyes. And the look told him that yes, yes, this was a very good idea indeed. It also told him to hurry the fuck up and take his shoes off, or there would be serious consequences.
Elijah knelt on the carpet in front of Orli and watched him remove his shoes and socks. Watched him pick the little bits of white lint off his pinkie toe and flick them away. Then he grabbed the bottle and started to work. One by one, Orlando's toenails went from peachy-pink to flaming-hot-fuchsia.
And toe by toe, Elijah's jeans got tighter. So did Orlando's.
"There. Finished."
"No," said Orli, "not yet," and he began to rub Elijah's crotch with his newly-redecorated right foot while unbuttoning his own trousers. "You have your kinks; I've got mine." Elijah watched through half-lidded eyes as Orlando stroked himself in time with his foot-fucking Elijah. Orli was one coordinated motherfucker. Rub-your-tummy-pat-your-head coordinated. Fuck. "I like to be watched. You like watching, Lij?"
"Umhmm."
When Orli came, Elijah wanted very much to lean forward and lick the come off his fingers, but Orli's foot was still moving against him. So he was resigned to watching Orlando lick his own fingers clean, nearing climax with each witnessed tongue stroke.
Then it stopped.
"What the hell?" Elijah's eyes opened wide and he glared at Orlando. "What'd you stop for?"
"Cos now you're gonna fuck me."
"Am I?" Oh, yes he was.
"Yep. It's my reward for letting you paint my toenails this fuck-awful shade of pink."
"Fuchsia," corrected Elijah.
"Oh. And Elijah? I don't think Viggo's going to be looking at my feet."
~END.
Please send feedback to limey_sugar@yahoo.co.uk
Thank you to Veevs for the mental imagery. I lurve you, you crazy Aussie, you! Muah!
+ + + +
Fuchsia
Orlando Bloom/Elijah Wood
R-ish for mild pervy boytouching. Ah, who am I kidding. Boyseks, baby. NC-17.
_______________
"No fucking way, man." Orlando glared at the bottle in Elijah's hand. "You are not painting my toenails." He didn't even want to think about the reasons Elijah would have a bottle of nail polish. Especially that colour.
"Come on, Orli," he whinged, "just this once. I won't tell anyone."
"Yeah, until you get drunk. Then the whole bloody country will know. So, no-fucking-way. Full-stop. End of story."
"You're no fun. So what do you want to do tonight then? Pub'n'club with Dom and Billy?" Elijah put the polish down and sat next to Orli on the couch. "Or stay in with me and watch movies?"
"Neither. Got a date."
"All the more reason for a fancy pedicure, then. She'll think you're adorable when you get into bed with your painted toes."
"Fuck off Lij. Why the hell are you so keen to paint my toenails anyway? Got a foot fetish no one knows about?" One look at Elijah's face gave Orlando his answer. "Oh, shit. You do, don't you? Pervy bugger, aren't you?"
Elijah looked at Orli with nothing less than pure lust in his eyes. "The perviest. Now get your shoes off." He was not taking "˜no' for an answer. Orlando was leaving this house with coloured toenails.
Orlando started to say that he still wasn't sure he wanted his toenails any colour than the colour that they came in, but the look was back in Elijah's eyes. And the look told him that yes, yes, this was a very good idea indeed. It also told him to hurry the fuck up and take his shoes off, or there would be serious consequences.
Elijah knelt on the carpet in front of Orli and watched him remove his shoes and socks. Watched him pick the little bits of white lint off his pinkie toe and flick them away. Then he grabbed the bottle and started to work. One by one, Orlando's toenails went from peachy-pink to flaming-hot-fuchsia.
And toe by toe, Elijah's jeans got tighter. So did Orlando's.
"There. Finished."
"No," said Orli, "not yet," and he began to rub Elijah's crotch with his newly-redecorated right foot while unbuttoning his own trousers. "You have your kinks; I've got mine." Elijah watched through half-lidded eyes as Orlando stroked himself in time with his foot-fucking Elijah. Orli was one coordinated motherfucker. Rub-your-tummy-pat-your-head coordinated. Fuck. "I like to be watched. You like watching, Lij?"
"Umhmm."
When Orli came, Elijah wanted very much to lean forward and lick the come off his fingers, but Orli's foot was still moving against him. So he was resigned to watching Orlando lick his own fingers clean, nearing climax with each witnessed tongue stroke.
Then it stopped.
"What the hell?" Elijah's eyes opened wide and he glared at Orlando. "What'd you stop for?"
"Cos now you're gonna fuck me."
"Am I?" Oh, yes he was.
"Yep. It's my reward for letting you paint my toenails this fuck-awful shade of pink."
"Fuchsia," corrected Elijah.
"Oh. And Elijah? I don't think Viggo's going to be looking at my feet."
~END.