Fic: "Inside" Orlilly, NC-17.
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seethingheathenInside (follows Porch)
Author: LimeySugar
Feedback: Yesh, yesh, yesh.
Pairing: Billy Boyd/Orlando Bloom
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimers: The following is a work of fucktion, er, I mean fiction. In other words- IT NEVER HAPPENED.
Crossposted to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
fellow_shippers.
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Billy wasn’t sure if he should follow Orlando into the house or get into his car and leave. Orlando answered that question for him by flashing the porch light on and off twice. Billy stood and walked into the house.
Orlando was standing in the loungeroom, smoking another cigarette. He asked Billy if he wanted a beer, Billy nodded, and Orlando went to get it from the kitchen. When Orlando handed Billy the beer, their fingers touched, and Orlando smiled a sly smile and bit his lower lip. The two men sat on Orlando’s couch, and Orlando turned on the television.
There was nothing good on, and Billy found himself watching Orlando more than the television. Billy watched the way Orlando licked his lips every time he took a drink of beer, the way he watched Billy watch him out of the corner of his eye. Billy wondered vaguely what those deep brown eyes would look like lined in kohl, and smiled. Orlando licked his lips, and Billy decided he couldn’t take any more.
The next time Orlando raised his beer bottle to his mouth, Billy took it from him and set it on the coffee table. Billy’s index finger took the place of the smooth green glass against Orlando’s lips, and Orlando drew it into the moist warmth, his eyes never leaving Billy’s. Orlando sucked Billy’s finger the way he’d sucked Billy’s cock- slowly, rhythmically- and Billy thought that maybe he would come just from that, so he took his finger from Orlando’s mouth. He would rather come buried deep within the young man’s body, coherent thought only a vague memory.
Orlando stood, stretched languidly, and started down the hall toward his bedroom. Billy made no delay in following, catching up with Orlando, and pressing him against the wall in the hallway. For the first time since the events of the evening began, Billy’s lips met Orlando’s, sending heat to Billy’s groin.
Even as Billy unfastened Orlando’s trousers, and as Orlando awkwardly stepped out of them, the kissing never really stopped. Only when Billy nearly tripped over his own fallen jeans did the frantic clashing of lips and tongues and teeth come to an end, and that was simply because Orlando was laughing too hard for it to continue. Billy bit Orlando’s shoulder through garish orange silk, and Orlando’s hands around Billy’s waist tightened just a bit, drawing their bodies close enough together that Orlando stopped laughing.
When his eyes locked with Orlando’s, Billy saw something shining there. Something feral and wicked and erotic; it was all Billy could do to resist long enough to make it the two metres to Orlando’s bed.
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Orlando lay on his back on the rumpled duvet, his legs spread and hanging off the side of the bed. Billy knelt on the floor, his face pressed between Orlando’s thighs and his tongue swirling wetly at Orlando’s entrance, pressing inside just a bit, but enough to make Orlando say things like ‘fuck’ and ‘goddamn’ and fist the bedcovers, and only long enough to tease.
Knowing Orlando the way he did, or rather thinking he knew Orlando, Billy opened the drawer to the bedside table in search of the bottle of lubricant that a guy like Orlando was sure to have close at hand. Billy had one in his own night table; more on the premise of hope than anything else, but it was there. When Billy didn’t find what he was looking for, Orlando, still on his back, smirked and told him to look under the bed. Billy retrieved the lube and a half-used box of condoms.
Billy poured the clear liquid onto his fingers and spread it over Orlando’s still-moist flesh, slipping his middle finger inside. Billy revelled in the velvet warmth, curving his finger up to stroke Orlando’s prostate. Orlando arched up off the bed, his attempts at coaxing Billy deeper punctuated with obscenities and moans. Billy pushed another finger in and twisted his wrist a bit before pulling them both back out. He looked at Orlando spread open in front of him, and couldn’t resist bending to give his arse one last slow lick before plunging his cock into the depths of it.
Billy unceremoniously rolled the condom on, and holding the base of his erection, guided it between Orlando’s thighs and inside, slowly. His eyes fluttered closed as he was enveloped by the heat of Orlando’s body and he felt Orlando relax and let him push in deeper. After a few slow strokes, Billy held Orlando’s legs apart and began to fuck him hard; hard enough that Orlando had to brace his hands behind his head to keep from sliding up the bed and away from Billy, and hard enough to make him sweat and curse and take the Lord’s name in vain.
When Billy thought that he might come, he told Orlando to bring himself off. The combination of pounding repeatedly into Orlando, and watching Orlando’s own come run over his fist and on to his stomach sent Billy over the edge. With a final guttural groan and deep thrust, Billy found his release, and afterwards, bent to lick Orlando clean.
~End.
Author: LimeySugar
Feedback: Yesh, yesh, yesh.
Pairing: Billy Boyd/Orlando Bloom
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimers: The following is a work of fucktion, er, I mean fiction. In other words- IT NEVER HAPPENED.
Crossposted to
fellow_shippers.__________
Billy wasn’t sure if he should follow Orlando into the house or get into his car and leave. Orlando answered that question for him by flashing the porch light on and off twice. Billy stood and walked into the house.
Orlando was standing in the loungeroom, smoking another cigarette. He asked Billy if he wanted a beer, Billy nodded, and Orlando went to get it from the kitchen. When Orlando handed Billy the beer, their fingers touched, and Orlando smiled a sly smile and bit his lower lip. The two men sat on Orlando’s couch, and Orlando turned on the television.
There was nothing good on, and Billy found himself watching Orlando more than the television. Billy watched the way Orlando licked his lips every time he took a drink of beer, the way he watched Billy watch him out of the corner of his eye. Billy wondered vaguely what those deep brown eyes would look like lined in kohl, and smiled. Orlando licked his lips, and Billy decided he couldn’t take any more.
The next time Orlando raised his beer bottle to his mouth, Billy took it from him and set it on the coffee table. Billy’s index finger took the place of the smooth green glass against Orlando’s lips, and Orlando drew it into the moist warmth, his eyes never leaving Billy’s. Orlando sucked Billy’s finger the way he’d sucked Billy’s cock- slowly, rhythmically- and Billy thought that maybe he would come just from that, so he took his finger from Orlando’s mouth. He would rather come buried deep within the young man’s body, coherent thought only a vague memory.
Orlando stood, stretched languidly, and started down the hall toward his bedroom. Billy made no delay in following, catching up with Orlando, and pressing him against the wall in the hallway. For the first time since the events of the evening began, Billy’s lips met Orlando’s, sending heat to Billy’s groin.
Even as Billy unfastened Orlando’s trousers, and as Orlando awkwardly stepped out of them, the kissing never really stopped. Only when Billy nearly tripped over his own fallen jeans did the frantic clashing of lips and tongues and teeth come to an end, and that was simply because Orlando was laughing too hard for it to continue. Billy bit Orlando’s shoulder through garish orange silk, and Orlando’s hands around Billy’s waist tightened just a bit, drawing their bodies close enough together that Orlando stopped laughing.
When his eyes locked with Orlando’s, Billy saw something shining there. Something feral and wicked and erotic; it was all Billy could do to resist long enough to make it the two metres to Orlando’s bed.
_____
Orlando lay on his back on the rumpled duvet, his legs spread and hanging off the side of the bed. Billy knelt on the floor, his face pressed between Orlando’s thighs and his tongue swirling wetly at Orlando’s entrance, pressing inside just a bit, but enough to make Orlando say things like ‘fuck’ and ‘goddamn’ and fist the bedcovers, and only long enough to tease.
Knowing Orlando the way he did, or rather thinking he knew Orlando, Billy opened the drawer to the bedside table in search of the bottle of lubricant that a guy like Orlando was sure to have close at hand. Billy had one in his own night table; more on the premise of hope than anything else, but it was there. When Billy didn’t find what he was looking for, Orlando, still on his back, smirked and told him to look under the bed. Billy retrieved the lube and a half-used box of condoms.
Billy poured the clear liquid onto his fingers and spread it over Orlando’s still-moist flesh, slipping his middle finger inside. Billy revelled in the velvet warmth, curving his finger up to stroke Orlando’s prostate. Orlando arched up off the bed, his attempts at coaxing Billy deeper punctuated with obscenities and moans. Billy pushed another finger in and twisted his wrist a bit before pulling them both back out. He looked at Orlando spread open in front of him, and couldn’t resist bending to give his arse one last slow lick before plunging his cock into the depths of it.
Billy unceremoniously rolled the condom on, and holding the base of his erection, guided it between Orlando’s thighs and inside, slowly. His eyes fluttered closed as he was enveloped by the heat of Orlando’s body and he felt Orlando relax and let him push in deeper. After a few slow strokes, Billy held Orlando’s legs apart and began to fuck him hard; hard enough that Orlando had to brace his hands behind his head to keep from sliding up the bed and away from Billy, and hard enough to make him sweat and curse and take the Lord’s name in vain.
When Billy thought that he might come, he told Orlando to bring himself off. The combination of pounding repeatedly into Orlando, and watching Orlando’s own come run over his fist and on to his stomach sent Billy over the edge. With a final guttural groan and deep thrust, Billy found his release, and afterwards, bent to lick Orlando clean.
~End.
