Fic: "Porch" - Orlilly NC-17.
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seethingheathenNot true. Never happened. Probably never will, but I can perve over it anyway. So there.
Porch
By Sonja (limey_sugar@yahoo.co.uk)
Orlando Bloom/Billy Boyd
Orlando Bloom/Dominic Monaghan
NC-17
__________
Billy lay in his bed and stared up at the ceiling. If he concentrated hard enough, and listened hard enough, he could hear Orlando and Dominic in Dominic’s bedroom. He could hear Orlando’s moans and the bed banging lightly against the wall. He could hear Dominic say ‘fuck yeah’ and ‘is that what you want’ and ‘oh god I’m coming,’ but mostly it was Orlando he was listening for.
Billy imagined Orlando making the same noises as he, not Dominic, took him. He imagined Orlando on his back, his legs spread wide, waiting for Billy to fuck him already. He imagined how tight Orlando would be, how hot he was, and as he thrust into his own fist, Billy imagined it was Orlando’s arse he was thrusting into. And he came in silence, his fantasies playing like a film inside his head.
_____
When Billy saw Orlando the next day, he was hard instantly. He could still hear Orlando begging Dominic for more, and to please fuck him harder. Billy was certain Orlando noticed, though he didn’t say anything. It was the way he grinned and glanced that made Billy sure his arousal was more than evident.
_____
Orlando set a pint in front of Billy at the bar and then sat on the stool next to him with a pint of his own. He didn’t look over once at Billy while he drank, but he said that maybe Billy should come over to his place because there was something Orlando wanted to show him. Orlando downed his beer and walked out of the bar.
Billy sat there for a few minutes, letting his mind absorb Orlando’s offer. In another thirty seconds, he was in his car and driving to Orlando’s house.
_____
Orlando was sitting on his porch smoking a cigarette when Billy pulled into the drive. He motioned for Billy to come over and join him. Billy adjusted himself in his pants before getting out of his car and walking over and sitting down next to Orlando.
Orlando didn’t stay sitting next to Billy. He slid down to the step on his knees and moved Billy’s legs apart. Settling between them, still on his knees, Orlando traced the ridge in Billy’s trousers with his tongue. Billy reached for his zipper, but Orlando moved his hand away and began massaging Billy’s cock through the fabric. Billy submitted to the torture and leant back on his elbows.
Seeing he now had Billy where he wanted him, Orlando slowly unzipped Billy’s trousers and pulled Billy’s cock through the split in his boxers. With his fist at the base and his mouth at the head, Orlando moved toward the centre of Billy’s shaft. It took all of Billy’s resolve not to fist Orlando’s hair and fuck his mouth.
Orlando continued his slow pace, twisting his hand just enough to make Billy groan, and then quickening when Billy gave signs that he was about to come. When he did, Orlando swallowed every bit and continued sucking until Billy was smacking his hand on the porch in pleasurable agony, wordlessly begging Orlando to stop.
Orlando sat back and looked at Billy. Billy in the dark of the night with his eyes closed and head tilted back and painted with shadows cast by the moonlight. Billy’s chest rose and fell with every breath and his shirt shook with every beat of his heart. He sucked air in through his teeth as Orlando’s tongue traced a last path up his softened flesh, then opened his eyes to look at his friend.
Orlando said nothing, just zipped Billy’s fly, stood up, and headed into his house.
~End.
Porch
By Sonja (limey_sugar@yahoo.co.uk)
Orlando Bloom/Billy Boyd
Orlando Bloom/Dominic Monaghan
NC-17
__________
Billy lay in his bed and stared up at the ceiling. If he concentrated hard enough, and listened hard enough, he could hear Orlando and Dominic in Dominic’s bedroom. He could hear Orlando’s moans and the bed banging lightly against the wall. He could hear Dominic say ‘fuck yeah’ and ‘is that what you want’ and ‘oh god I’m coming,’ but mostly it was Orlando he was listening for.
Billy imagined Orlando making the same noises as he, not Dominic, took him. He imagined Orlando on his back, his legs spread wide, waiting for Billy to fuck him already. He imagined how tight Orlando would be, how hot he was, and as he thrust into his own fist, Billy imagined it was Orlando’s arse he was thrusting into. And he came in silence, his fantasies playing like a film inside his head.
_____
When Billy saw Orlando the next day, he was hard instantly. He could still hear Orlando begging Dominic for more, and to please fuck him harder. Billy was certain Orlando noticed, though he didn’t say anything. It was the way he grinned and glanced that made Billy sure his arousal was more than evident.
_____
Orlando set a pint in front of Billy at the bar and then sat on the stool next to him with a pint of his own. He didn’t look over once at Billy while he drank, but he said that maybe Billy should come over to his place because there was something Orlando wanted to show him. Orlando downed his beer and walked out of the bar.
Billy sat there for a few minutes, letting his mind absorb Orlando’s offer. In another thirty seconds, he was in his car and driving to Orlando’s house.
_____
Orlando was sitting on his porch smoking a cigarette when Billy pulled into the drive. He motioned for Billy to come over and join him. Billy adjusted himself in his pants before getting out of his car and walking over and sitting down next to Orlando.
Orlando didn’t stay sitting next to Billy. He slid down to the step on his knees and moved Billy’s legs apart. Settling between them, still on his knees, Orlando traced the ridge in Billy’s trousers with his tongue. Billy reached for his zipper, but Orlando moved his hand away and began massaging Billy’s cock through the fabric. Billy submitted to the torture and leant back on his elbows.
Seeing he now had Billy where he wanted him, Orlando slowly unzipped Billy’s trousers and pulled Billy’s cock through the split in his boxers. With his fist at the base and his mouth at the head, Orlando moved toward the centre of Billy’s shaft. It took all of Billy’s resolve not to fist Orlando’s hair and fuck his mouth.
Orlando continued his slow pace, twisting his hand just enough to make Billy groan, and then quickening when Billy gave signs that he was about to come. When he did, Orlando swallowed every bit and continued sucking until Billy was smacking his hand on the porch in pleasurable agony, wordlessly begging Orlando to stop.
Orlando sat back and looked at Billy. Billy in the dark of the night with his eyes closed and head tilted back and painted with shadows cast by the moonlight. Billy’s chest rose and fell with every breath and his shirt shook with every beat of his heart. He sucked air in through his teeth as Orlando’s tongue traced a last path up his softened flesh, then opened his eyes to look at his friend.
Orlando said nothing, just zipped Billy’s fly, stood up, and headed into his house.
~End.
