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seethingheathenTitle: Overcoming His Shyness.
Author:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
limeysugar.
Pairing: Orlando Bloom/Elijah Wood.
Rating: NC-17.
Disclaimer: AU. Fiction. Never happened.
Author's Notes: This is fordirtysidekick because I'd promised her Water Sex, but failed to deliver. It's just a bit of unbetaed dirty fun. A bit silly too.
No sooner had Orlando gotten the taps adjusted to his liking than was there a knock at his door. “This had bloody well better be important,” he grumbled, turning off the water and wrapping a towel around his waist. He padded across the wood floor of the lounge, leaving wet footprints from the bathroom to the front door. Orlando peeked through the spy hole to see his neighbour standing in the passageway.
Elijah. The bane of Orlando’s existence, at least for the last two months. That’s when the shy American moved into the flat next door.
Maybe shy was putting it mildly; the first time Orlando had even said hello to his new neighbour, the man had blushed a deep crimson, offered a small wave, and had gone quickly back into his flat. Orlando’d found out Elijah’s name from the nosy old man two doors down. “Yank,” the pensioner had said, jerking his thumb toward Elijah’s door. “Here on some manner of business.” Orlando had nodded politely, collected his post, and returned to his own flat.
And now the man was standing on his stoop, his hands in his pockets, rocking nervously on the balls of his feet. That is, until Orlando opened the door- then Elijah stared at him, slack-jawed. It took Orlando a few moments to remember that he was dripping wet, wearing only a towel. A wicked grin threatened to split his face in two, and Elijah was practically glowing red. A quick glance down at Elijah’s trouser front told Orlando that his face wasn’t the only part of his body that blood was rushing to.
“I . . . I,” Elijah stammered before composing himself somewhat. “I’ll just come back later. Didn’t mean to, uh, interrupt.”
Orlando’s smile only grew wider, and he reached across his chest with his left hand, and took his right nipple between his thumb and forefinger. He suppressed a laugh when his neighbour’s hand wandered up to his own chest in a subconscious mimic of the gesture and his eyes dropped to the tent in Orlando’s towel.
“Nah, mate, it’s all right.” Orlando pinched his nipple visibly harder. “What can I do for you?” One look at Elijah and the state he was in was enough for Orlando to determine exactly what he could do for the man. And he was more than willing to do it. Repeatedly.
“I, uh, fuck!”
“So do I.” As if to illustrate his point, Orlando rubbed the bulge in his towel with the palm of his right hand.
“Shit. That’s not what I meant. I mean I do fuck, it’s just that- oh, God. Never mind.”
“Elijah,” Orlando breathed, causing his neighbour to snap his head up and look confusedly into his eyes.
“How do you know my name?”
“Duncan Bennett told me.”
“Duncan who?” Elijah’s gaze had once again shifted down Orlando’s body.
“Bennett. Your neighbour to the other side. Now, would you like to come in, or would you rather I took you out here on the stoop?”
“What?” Elijah’s eyes widened.
“Would you like to come in, or would you rather we talked out here on the stoop?”
“That’s not what- oh, Christ, I’m hearing things.” Orlando moved aside, but only just, and Elijah stepped into his flat. Orlando’s erection brushed Elijah’s hip as he walked past. “I could have sworn you said something else.”
“I was just about to have a shower.”
“I can see that. This really can wait. I’ll come back later.”
“Out with it, man!” It was then that Orlando’s towel dropped to the floor, giving Elijah an unobstructed view of his hard cock- a view Elijah wasted no time in taking advantage of. This did not escape Orlando’s notice. “Go on, Elijah. What do you need?” He wrapped his fingers around his shaft and gave it a few slow tugs.
“I, oh, fuck. I need, uh, I need-” Elijah was stammering almost uncontrollably, and his hand had gone to his trousers and was massaging his own rigid cock through the thin khaki fabric. “What I’d like is, um, fuck!”
“I gathered that.”
“No! I mean, yeah, but now? I mean-”
“No time like the present.” Orlando winked and stroked his cock a few more times. If he’d known that making a public appearance in a towel could turn Elijah into a gibbering, randy fool, he’d have run naked down the hallway weeks ago. “Take your clothes off and join me in the shower.”
Elijah may have had difficulty speaking, but he sure as hell didn’t have any difficulty following orders. His shirt flew off over his head and his chinos were around his ankles and off in less than twenty seconds. Orlando was impressed. He stepped closer to his neighbour and took hold of his cock. A clear bead of fluid had formed at its head and Orlando didn’t hesitate a second before taking it onto his fingertip and licking it off. He closed his eyes and sucked on his finger until every trace of Elijah’s taste was gone. Then he lowered himself to his knees and took the head of Elijah’s cock into his mouth.
Elijah practically whimpered as Orlando worked his lips and tongue over the sensitive tip of his dick. This encouraged Orlando to take him in deeper, and he was rewarded with Elijah’s deep groans and fingers tangled in his hair. “Sh . . . shower,” he stammered before gently pulling his cock from Orlando’s mouth. “Fuck me in the shower.”
“Is that what you need, Elijah?”
“Yes,” came the hissed reply, and Orlando got to his feet.
“It’s on the left. I need to get a few things, then I’ll be right there.” Obediently, Elijah walked into the bathroom and sat on the edge of the tub. Orlando went into his bedroom to retrieve three condoms and his bottle of platinum lube. He walked into the bathroom to see Elijah lazily playing with his dick. “Can’t wait?”
“I, uh, no, not much longer.” And, as almost an afterthought, he added, “What the hell is your name, anyway?”
Orlando chuckled. “That is rather rude of me, isn’t it? Ordering you into my shower without telling you my name. Been too busy trying to get in your pants. It’s Orlando.” Elijah smiled and shook his head. “What?”
“How long, exactly, have you wanted to ‘get in my pants,’ Orlando?”
“When did you move in?”
“Oh, God.”
“Yeah, well.” Orlando reached around Elijah and turned on the taps. “Tell me if this is all right.” Elijah put his hand under the running water and nodded. Orlando turned the shower on and pulled the curtain closed. He and Elijah climbed in beneath the hot spray.
Orlando took the flannel from the hanging rack and got it wet then squeezed the water down Elijah’s back. He watched as rivulets flowed down the smooth plane of Elijah’s skin and joined into one stream at the cleft of his buttocks. He took the soap from the ledge, lathered up the flannel, and began to wash Elijah’s back. He started at the top, just below Elijah’s neck, and worked his way down slowly. “Spread your legs,” Orlando whispered into Elijah’s ear, and then worked the suds down between Elijah’s thighs. Cupping water in his hands, Orlando rinsed the soap from Elijah’s skin, and once again got on his knees. He knelt behind Elijah and buried his face in Elijah’s arse.
“Holy shit,” Elijah gasped, spreading his legs as wide as he could to allow Orlando’s probing tongue better access. He bent forward and steadied himself against the tiled wall. Orlando didn’t say anything; he pressed harder against Elijah’s puckered hole. “Fuck yes, oh fuck yes,” Elijah was whimpering again, so Orlando gripped his hips and tongued him furiously, nearly growling in his efforts to taste him. Orlando’s cock was dripping; translucent droplets fell between his feet and were washed away by the shower. He was aching to be inside of Elijah, to feel tight heat pulsing around him, and to see Elijah’s come splattered in thick ropes against the tile.
“Can you reach the lube?” Elijah handed Orlando the lube and an unwrapped condom, and Orlando squeezed a generous amount of the slick liquid onto his fingertips and massaged it over Elijah’s hole, working his fingers inside. Elijah pushed back against him, and Orlando began finger-fucking Elijah’s arse, first slowly and then faster and faster, whilst rolling the condom on with his other hand. When Elijah’s knees began to tremble, Orlando stopped, quickly stood, and thrust his cock deep inside Elijah.
“Oh, fucking Christ! Fuck me, fuck me, oh God, fuck me,” Elijah panted over and over as Orlando slammed into him. He had one arm wrapped around Elijah’s waist, pulling hard him onto his cock. When he felt Elijah’s muscles begin to contract, he thrust once more, hard and deep, and stayed there until Elijah came hard, without Orlando touching his dick. Semen dripped from the shower wall, and Orlando pumped twice more before coming, emptying himself in Elijah’s body.
He pulled out, still semi-hard, and replaced his cock with his fingers once more. Three easily entered Elijah’s stretched hole, and he turned them round, pressing them against the ridge of Elijah’s prostate. Elijah’s cock jumped. Orlando took his fingers out, and let Elijah collapse to his knees beneath the now-warm water. “What did you really come round for, Elijah?” he panted.
Between shallow breaths, Elijah answered, “I was going to ask you out for a beer.”
END.
Author:
limeysugar.Pairing: Orlando Bloom/Elijah Wood.
Rating: NC-17.
Disclaimer: AU. Fiction. Never happened.
Author's Notes: This is for
dirtysidekick because I'd promised her Water Sex, but failed to deliver. It's just a bit of unbetaed dirty fun. A bit silly too.No sooner had Orlando gotten the taps adjusted to his liking than was there a knock at his door. “This had bloody well better be important,” he grumbled, turning off the water and wrapping a towel around his waist. He padded across the wood floor of the lounge, leaving wet footprints from the bathroom to the front door. Orlando peeked through the spy hole to see his neighbour standing in the passageway.
Elijah. The bane of Orlando’s existence, at least for the last two months. That’s when the shy American moved into the flat next door.
Maybe shy was putting it mildly; the first time Orlando had even said hello to his new neighbour, the man had blushed a deep crimson, offered a small wave, and had gone quickly back into his flat. Orlando’d found out Elijah’s name from the nosy old man two doors down. “Yank,” the pensioner had said, jerking his thumb toward Elijah’s door. “Here on some manner of business.” Orlando had nodded politely, collected his post, and returned to his own flat.
And now the man was standing on his stoop, his hands in his pockets, rocking nervously on the balls of his feet. That is, until Orlando opened the door- then Elijah stared at him, slack-jawed. It took Orlando a few moments to remember that he was dripping wet, wearing only a towel. A wicked grin threatened to split his face in two, and Elijah was practically glowing red. A quick glance down at Elijah’s trouser front told Orlando that his face wasn’t the only part of his body that blood was rushing to.
“I . . . I,” Elijah stammered before composing himself somewhat. “I’ll just come back later. Didn’t mean to, uh, interrupt.”
Orlando’s smile only grew wider, and he reached across his chest with his left hand, and took his right nipple between his thumb and forefinger. He suppressed a laugh when his neighbour’s hand wandered up to his own chest in a subconscious mimic of the gesture and his eyes dropped to the tent in Orlando’s towel.
“Nah, mate, it’s all right.” Orlando pinched his nipple visibly harder. “What can I do for you?” One look at Elijah and the state he was in was enough for Orlando to determine exactly what he could do for the man. And he was more than willing to do it. Repeatedly.
“I, uh, fuck!”
“So do I.” As if to illustrate his point, Orlando rubbed the bulge in his towel with the palm of his right hand.
“Shit. That’s not what I meant. I mean I do fuck, it’s just that- oh, God. Never mind.”
“Elijah,” Orlando breathed, causing his neighbour to snap his head up and look confusedly into his eyes.
“How do you know my name?”
“Duncan Bennett told me.”
“Duncan who?” Elijah’s gaze had once again shifted down Orlando’s body.
“Bennett. Your neighbour to the other side. Now, would you like to come in, or would you rather I took you out here on the stoop?”
“What?” Elijah’s eyes widened.
“Would you like to come in, or would you rather we talked out here on the stoop?”
“That’s not what- oh, Christ, I’m hearing things.” Orlando moved aside, but only just, and Elijah stepped into his flat. Orlando’s erection brushed Elijah’s hip as he walked past. “I could have sworn you said something else.”
“I was just about to have a shower.”
“I can see that. This really can wait. I’ll come back later.”
“Out with it, man!” It was then that Orlando’s towel dropped to the floor, giving Elijah an unobstructed view of his hard cock- a view Elijah wasted no time in taking advantage of. This did not escape Orlando’s notice. “Go on, Elijah. What do you need?” He wrapped his fingers around his shaft and gave it a few slow tugs.
“I, oh, fuck. I need, uh, I need-” Elijah was stammering almost uncontrollably, and his hand had gone to his trousers and was massaging his own rigid cock through the thin khaki fabric. “What I’d like is, um, fuck!”
“I gathered that.”
“No! I mean, yeah, but now? I mean-”
“No time like the present.” Orlando winked and stroked his cock a few more times. If he’d known that making a public appearance in a towel could turn Elijah into a gibbering, randy fool, he’d have run naked down the hallway weeks ago. “Take your clothes off and join me in the shower.”
Elijah may have had difficulty speaking, but he sure as hell didn’t have any difficulty following orders. His shirt flew off over his head and his chinos were around his ankles and off in less than twenty seconds. Orlando was impressed. He stepped closer to his neighbour and took hold of his cock. A clear bead of fluid had formed at its head and Orlando didn’t hesitate a second before taking it onto his fingertip and licking it off. He closed his eyes and sucked on his finger until every trace of Elijah’s taste was gone. Then he lowered himself to his knees and took the head of Elijah’s cock into his mouth.
Elijah practically whimpered as Orlando worked his lips and tongue over the sensitive tip of his dick. This encouraged Orlando to take him in deeper, and he was rewarded with Elijah’s deep groans and fingers tangled in his hair. “Sh . . . shower,” he stammered before gently pulling his cock from Orlando’s mouth. “Fuck me in the shower.”
“Is that what you need, Elijah?”
“Yes,” came the hissed reply, and Orlando got to his feet.
“It’s on the left. I need to get a few things, then I’ll be right there.” Obediently, Elijah walked into the bathroom and sat on the edge of the tub. Orlando went into his bedroom to retrieve three condoms and his bottle of platinum lube. He walked into the bathroom to see Elijah lazily playing with his dick. “Can’t wait?”
“I, uh, no, not much longer.” And, as almost an afterthought, he added, “What the hell is your name, anyway?”
Orlando chuckled. “That is rather rude of me, isn’t it? Ordering you into my shower without telling you my name. Been too busy trying to get in your pants. It’s Orlando.” Elijah smiled and shook his head. “What?”
“How long, exactly, have you wanted to ‘get in my pants,’ Orlando?”
“When did you move in?”
“Oh, God.”
“Yeah, well.” Orlando reached around Elijah and turned on the taps. “Tell me if this is all right.” Elijah put his hand under the running water and nodded. Orlando turned the shower on and pulled the curtain closed. He and Elijah climbed in beneath the hot spray.
Orlando took the flannel from the hanging rack and got it wet then squeezed the water down Elijah’s back. He watched as rivulets flowed down the smooth plane of Elijah’s skin and joined into one stream at the cleft of his buttocks. He took the soap from the ledge, lathered up the flannel, and began to wash Elijah’s back. He started at the top, just below Elijah’s neck, and worked his way down slowly. “Spread your legs,” Orlando whispered into Elijah’s ear, and then worked the suds down between Elijah’s thighs. Cupping water in his hands, Orlando rinsed the soap from Elijah’s skin, and once again got on his knees. He knelt behind Elijah and buried his face in Elijah’s arse.
“Holy shit,” Elijah gasped, spreading his legs as wide as he could to allow Orlando’s probing tongue better access. He bent forward and steadied himself against the tiled wall. Orlando didn’t say anything; he pressed harder against Elijah’s puckered hole. “Fuck yes, oh fuck yes,” Elijah was whimpering again, so Orlando gripped his hips and tongued him furiously, nearly growling in his efforts to taste him. Orlando’s cock was dripping; translucent droplets fell between his feet and were washed away by the shower. He was aching to be inside of Elijah, to feel tight heat pulsing around him, and to see Elijah’s come splattered in thick ropes against the tile.
“Can you reach the lube?” Elijah handed Orlando the lube and an unwrapped condom, and Orlando squeezed a generous amount of the slick liquid onto his fingertips and massaged it over Elijah’s hole, working his fingers inside. Elijah pushed back against him, and Orlando began finger-fucking Elijah’s arse, first slowly and then faster and faster, whilst rolling the condom on with his other hand. When Elijah’s knees began to tremble, Orlando stopped, quickly stood, and thrust his cock deep inside Elijah.
“Oh, fucking Christ! Fuck me, fuck me, oh God, fuck me,” Elijah panted over and over as Orlando slammed into him. He had one arm wrapped around Elijah’s waist, pulling hard him onto his cock. When he felt Elijah’s muscles begin to contract, he thrust once more, hard and deep, and stayed there until Elijah came hard, without Orlando touching his dick. Semen dripped from the shower wall, and Orlando pumped twice more before coming, emptying himself in Elijah’s body.
He pulled out, still semi-hard, and replaced his cock with his fingers once more. Three easily entered Elijah’s stretched hole, and he turned them round, pressing them against the ridge of Elijah’s prostate. Elijah’s cock jumped. Orlando took his fingers out, and let Elijah collapse to his knees beneath the now-warm water. “What did you really come round for, Elijah?” he panted.
Between shallow breaths, Elijah answered, “I was going to ask you out for a beer.”
END.
