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seethingheathenTitle: Just Dialogue.
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limeysugar
Feedback: Would be fantastic.
Pairing: Orlijah & a hint of Domorli.
Rating: NC-17 or strong R. Lots of "fuck"s.
Disclaimers: As usual, this is fiction. Don’t know these guys.
A/N: Written in a notebook en route from Heathrow to Denver. Decided to put it up. Meh. Oh, yes, the stupid humour is intentional. Long flights sort of fuck with your mind.
Just Dialogue.
“C’mere a minute, Lijah.”
“What?”
“Just c’mere.”
“You’re drunk.”
“Fuck me.”
“What the fuck? Orli, man, you’re fucking wasted.”
“No, really, mate. Fuck me.”
“Dude.”
“What?”
“You’re drunk.”
“And fucking horny. What’s your point?”
“That you’re drunk.”
“We’ve established that. What we haven’t established is whether or not you’re going to fuck me, or I’m going to have to go in your bathroom and wank.”
“You’re not jerking off in my bathroom.”
“So, you’re fucking me then?”
“Orlando-”
“Elijah.”
“Ring Dom. He’ll fuck you.”
“I don’t want Dom. I want you.”
“You sound like a fucking little kid. Dude, I’m not into guys.”
“Close your eyes and pretend I’m a girl then.”
“You’re fucking twisted.”
“A hole’s a hole, man.”
“Shut. The. Fuck. Up.”
“You can’t tell me you never once thought about it.”
“Orlando, man, go home.”
“Answer me.”
“What was the question?”
“Have you ever been attracted to another bloke?”
“Another one?”
“Shit, you know what the fuck I mean. Stop avoiding it.”
“No.”
“No, what?”
“No, I’ve never been attracted to ‘another bloke.’”
“Fucking liar.”
“If you weren’t going to believe me, why the fuck did you ask?”
“So you have been!”
“Orli.”
“That’s the hundredth time you’ve said my name in the last ten minutes. You nervous?”
“No. And it was not.”
__________
“Dude, you fucking kissed me.”
“Yeah. And you liked it.”
“Orlando-”
“Hundred and one.”
“Why are you so persistent?”
“I’m a guy, I’m pissed, and I’m horny.”
“Oh.”
“And I fucking want you.”
“Didn’t your mother ever tell you that you don’t always get what you want?”
“Nope.”
“She should’ve.”
“Nah, man, cos then I wouldn’t be here.”
“Oh.”
“Articulate bastard.”
“Fuck you.”
“About bloody time.”
“Not fuck you-fuck you. But you know, fuck you.”
“I bet I can make you hard, without laying a finger on you.”
“Orli, no.”
“Hundred and two. What’re you afraid of?”
“Nothing.”
“Well then? Look, give me a fair shot. If I can’t make your dick hard, I’ll give up. But, if I can, you fuck me.”
“That’s fucking stupid.”
“No shit.”
“Alright, fine. Five minutes. That’s it.”
“I knew it. Alright, five minutes.”
“Starting. . .now.”
“You’re not seriously timing me, are you?”
“Yep. And no start-overs.”
“Shit. Now I don’t know what to say.”
“Oh, you’re such a smooth talker. I can’t resist you any longer. Take me now, big boy.”
“Eat my fucking arse, Lij.”
“Uh, I’ll pass thanks.”
“Then let me eat yours.”
“Dude.”
“Shower first, ya daft git.”
“But still. I mean-”
“It feels good having a warm, wet tongue in your arsehole.”
“I’ll bet.”
“Ever eat pussy?”
“Once.”
“Same principle. Only, you know, different.”
“Time’s almost up.”
“No way.”
“Way.”
“You know how often I bring myself off to thoughts of you fucking me?”
“No.”
“Every night, man. I lay in bed, hand around my cock, just thinking about how fucking good it would feel to have my face buried in a pillow while you pounded my arse.”
“Fuck.”
“Exactly.”
“Time’s up.”
“Well?”
“Sorry, nothing.”
“Let me see.”
“Nothing to see.”
“I don’t trust you.”
“Hey! You said no hands!”
“Time’s up, remember? And you’re a liar. Goddamn, Lijah.”
“It was the pussy eating talk that did it.”
“No matter. You’re still hard.”
“Orli, I can’t.”
“I know. I’m just winding you up.”
“Bastard.”
“Didn’t want you to fuck me anyway.”
“Sure you didn’t”
“I’m gonna go ring Dom.”
“Oh.”
“Cos he’ll fuck me.”
“Yeah. Yeah, he will.”
“I know.”
“Has he?”
“Maybe.”
“Oh.”
“What?”
“Nothing.”
“You’re jealous!”
“Am not.”
“Yeah, right. Anyway, I’m gone.”
“Bye.”
“Bye.”
“Orli?”
“Yeah?”
“Fucker.”
Author:
limeysugarFeedback: Would be fantastic.
Pairing: Orlijah & a hint of Domorli.
Rating: NC-17 or strong R. Lots of "fuck"s.
Disclaimers: As usual, this is fiction. Don’t know these guys.
A/N: Written in a notebook en route from Heathrow to Denver. Decided to put it up. Meh. Oh, yes, the stupid humour is intentional. Long flights sort of fuck with your mind.
Just Dialogue.
“C’mere a minute, Lijah.”
“What?”
“Just c’mere.”
“You’re drunk.”
“Fuck me.”
“What the fuck? Orli, man, you’re fucking wasted.”
“No, really, mate. Fuck me.”
“Dude.”
“What?”
“You’re drunk.”
“And fucking horny. What’s your point?”
“That you’re drunk.”
“We’ve established that. What we haven’t established is whether or not you’re going to fuck me, or I’m going to have to go in your bathroom and wank.”
“You’re not jerking off in my bathroom.”
“So, you’re fucking me then?”
“Orlando-”
“Elijah.”
“Ring Dom. He’ll fuck you.”
“I don’t want Dom. I want you.”
“You sound like a fucking little kid. Dude, I’m not into guys.”
“Close your eyes and pretend I’m a girl then.”
“You’re fucking twisted.”
“A hole’s a hole, man.”
“Shut. The. Fuck. Up.”
“You can’t tell me you never once thought about it.”
“Orlando, man, go home.”
“Answer me.”
“What was the question?”
“Have you ever been attracted to another bloke?”
“Another one?”
“Shit, you know what the fuck I mean. Stop avoiding it.”
“No.”
“No, what?”
“No, I’ve never been attracted to ‘another bloke.’”
“Fucking liar.”
“If you weren’t going to believe me, why the fuck did you ask?”
“So you have been!”
“Orli.”
“That’s the hundredth time you’ve said my name in the last ten minutes. You nervous?”
“No. And it was not.”
__________
“Dude, you fucking kissed me.”
“Yeah. And you liked it.”
“Orlando-”
“Hundred and one.”
“Why are you so persistent?”
“I’m a guy, I’m pissed, and I’m horny.”
“Oh.”
“And I fucking want you.”
“Didn’t your mother ever tell you that you don’t always get what you want?”
“Nope.”
“She should’ve.”
“Nah, man, cos then I wouldn’t be here.”
“Oh.”
“Articulate bastard.”
“Fuck you.”
“About bloody time.”
“Not fuck you-fuck you. But you know, fuck you.”
“I bet I can make you hard, without laying a finger on you.”
“Orli, no.”
“Hundred and two. What’re you afraid of?”
“Nothing.”
“Well then? Look, give me a fair shot. If I can’t make your dick hard, I’ll give up. But, if I can, you fuck me.”
“That’s fucking stupid.”
“No shit.”
“Alright, fine. Five minutes. That’s it.”
“I knew it. Alright, five minutes.”
“Starting. . .now.”
“You’re not seriously timing me, are you?”
“Yep. And no start-overs.”
“Shit. Now I don’t know what to say.”
“Oh, you’re such a smooth talker. I can’t resist you any longer. Take me now, big boy.”
“Eat my fucking arse, Lij.”
“Uh, I’ll pass thanks.”
“Then let me eat yours.”
“Dude.”
“Shower first, ya daft git.”
“But still. I mean-”
“It feels good having a warm, wet tongue in your arsehole.”
“I’ll bet.”
“Ever eat pussy?”
“Once.”
“Same principle. Only, you know, different.”
“Time’s almost up.”
“No way.”
“Way.”
“You know how often I bring myself off to thoughts of you fucking me?”
“No.”
“Every night, man. I lay in bed, hand around my cock, just thinking about how fucking good it would feel to have my face buried in a pillow while you pounded my arse.”
“Fuck.”
“Exactly.”
“Time’s up.”
“Well?”
“Sorry, nothing.”
“Let me see.”
“Nothing to see.”
“I don’t trust you.”
“Hey! You said no hands!”
“Time’s up, remember? And you’re a liar. Goddamn, Lijah.”
“It was the pussy eating talk that did it.”
“No matter. You’re still hard.”
“Orli, I can’t.”
“I know. I’m just winding you up.”
“Bastard.”
“Didn’t want you to fuck me anyway.”
“Sure you didn’t”
“I’m gonna go ring Dom.”
“Oh.”
“Cos he’ll fuck me.”
“Yeah. Yeah, he will.”
“I know.”
“Has he?”
“Maybe.”
“Oh.”
“What?”
“Nothing.”
“You’re jealous!”
“Am not.”
“Yeah, right. Anyway, I’m gone.”
“Bye.”
“Bye.”
“Orli?”
“Yeah?”
“Fucker.”
