City of London, Part 14.
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seethingheathenTitle: City of London
Author:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
limeysugar.
Pairing: Orlando Bloom/Elijah Wood
Rating: NC17.
Disclaimer: Not true. Fiction.
Author's Notes I: SQUICK ALERT! In the UK, the age of consent is 16. This story takes place in the last year of school for the boys (who in the series are the same age.), which makes them 17, almost 18. I am well aware that some people will not read anything wherein the characters are under the age of 18, hence the warning. There is oral sex in this chapter. If this bothers you, don't read it. Simple as that.
Author's Notes II: Heavily inspired by the recent AU school fics bymarrymemerry and deleerium, and by the film Get Real. If you haven't seen it, do.
Author's Notes III: I would have done the smut part as a Seekrit Chappie, but it's been so long since I updated this bloody thing, I forgot what my Angelfire username is.
Read the first thirteen parts.
Tuesday morning, Elijah’s stomach was in knots. He didn’t want to wait until school to talk to Orly, but he wasn’t exactly looking forward to finding out about what had happened with Dom. “Feeling a little masochistic today,” he mumbled and then picked up the phone to ring his mate.
“Oi, Sherm, you know what time it is?” Orlando yawned into the phone.
“Time to get your a-” Elijah glanced toward Mrs Watson sitting at the kitchen table. “Your butt out of bed. You are going to school today, right?”
“Yes, mother, I’m going to school today. I’m just not awake yet. Was up a bit late last night.”
The full weight of Elijah’s body seemed to drop at once to his toes. “Oh.”
“Shit, Sherm. It’s not what you’re thinking, mate. Dommie left round six. Didn’t even stay for dinner.”
“Yeah.” Elijah toed the lino, leaving behind a black scuff mark. “Crap. Hey, Orly, I’ll, uh, see you later, okay?” He didn’t wait for Orlando to respond before setting the receiver down. He moved the chair leg discreetly over the mark and left for school.
Elijah rode all the way to London Bridge before remembering where he was supposed to be.
**
“I have to tell you, Yank, that I quite enjoyed myself last night.” Elijah could feel Dominic’s breath on the back of his neck as he leant in close to whisper. “Thanks, mate.” Too stunned to move, Elijah stood there, his Biology text half raised to his locker, but dropped it to the floor when Dom’s tongue grazed his earlobe.
“What the fuck?” Orlando’s voice rang hollow in Elijah’s ears, and he still didn’t move.
“I was just telling your boy here about the fabulous time we had. Isn’t that right, Elijah?” Elijah nodded, still looking straight to the back of his locker. “But now, I should be going. Cheers, cunts.”
“He’s lying.” Orlando bent to pick up the fallen book, but Elijah brought his foot down hard onto the cover, barely missing Orly’s fingers. “You don’t believe that shite do you, Sherm? He’s fucking lying.”
“Or you are.”
“Fuck you twice if you think that. You want to know everything, Elijah? Every last bloody detail? Fine, mate. You got it.” Orlando ran his hands though his hair and left them clasped behind his head for a moment before letting his arms fall to his sides in exasperation. “But not here, okay? Lunch’ll be over in a minute and I don’t fancy half the school hearing what I have to say.”
“God damn it, Orly. I can’t take this shit anymore. Come home with me after school, I guess. Mrs Watson’s been dying to see you anyway. For some reason, she thinks you’re a ‘nice boy.’”
“Yeah, grandmothers love me.”
“You’re a dick.” Elijah moved his foot off the book, but didn’t beat Orlando to bend to pick it up. “This is it, though. I’m serious this time. Your last chance.”
“Christ. Should I bring chocolates or something? Here’s your sodding book.”
“Yeah, thanks for taking me seriously.”
“We’ve been through this a million times. There is no Orly and Dommie. I promise. Now, really, I’ll see you later.”
**
Halfway to Elijah’s, Orlando decided that their afternoon would be better spent in Orlando’s room not doing homework. “My mum doesn’t give a monkey’s, and I’d hate to give poor Widow Watson a heart attack,” he’d said, and Elijah couldn’t help but to agree.
**
Orlando settled on his bed facing Elijah, and took a deep breath. “Okay,” he said, exhaling, “here’s the truth. Dom came round like he said, and he left before six like I said. He was up here with me, and he thought maybe we could get a shag in. I told him to piss off, and he went mad.” Orlando paused and took another breath. “Then my mum came home. Blimey, Sherm, you should have seen that. She was livid!”
“So, then-”
“So then, this is the part where you say ‘Oh, Orly, I’m so sorry I didn’t believe you. And you’re hot. And I’m going to quit whinging like a girl and suck your cock.’” Orlando clasped his hands at his chest and made kissy sounds at Elijah.
“God, you’re an ass.”
“Ooh, you want my arse? Because that’s what I heard.” Orlando untied the knot in his tie and slid it from around his neck. He held it in his hands, looking at it before looking up at Elijah. “Know what?” The teasing tone was gone from Orly’s voice, and the sudden huskiness of it made Elijah stiffen in his trousers.
“Do I want to?”
“Think so, mate.” Orly grinned and handed the tie to Elijah and held out his wrist. “Not tight, though.”
“Are you fucking kidding me?”
“Nope. Dead serious. Come on, Sherm! It’ll be a blast.”
“Holy shit.” Elijah reached down to adjust himself before taking off his own tie. “Okay, um, we should switch places then. Fuck, man. I’m trying to decide if this is hot or funny.”
It was only slightly awkward as Orlando and Elijah shifted positions on the single bed so that Orlando was lying on his back with arms stretched up over his head. Elijah helped him quickly shed his shirt and trousers, then his shorts, and tied his wrists to the headboard. The way Orlando looked, naked and aroused, made Elijah think that all the torture that would surely be coming his way for the rest of the year would be worth it. His mother disowning him and possibly sending him off to some sort of twisted Christian bootcamp would be worth it.
“Sherm? Anyone home, mate?” Orlando waived his semi-incapacitated hands at Elijah to get his attention. “Cos, I mean, if I’m going to be the only naked bloke here, you might as well untie my left hand. And pass the moisturiser.”
Elijah made quick work of his uniform and then stood in the middle of the room, looking about. “You got rubbers somewhere?”
“In my school bag, but what the hell sort of kinky shite do think I’m into?”
“Condoms, asshole.” Elijah muttered after realising what he’d asked for, and knowing full well Orlando knew what he’d meant. “As far as the ‘kinky shite’ goes, I think if you could see yourself, you’ll have answered your own question.”
“Fuck no, I don’t have condoms. Bloody hell! I only had the two, and we used those the first time round.”
“Shit. Now what? I can’t just, you know, stay like this. I’ll rupture something.” Elijah paced the room a few times, his arms crossed in front of him, and Orlando’s eyes following every bounce of his cock. “Damn.”
“You’ll rupture something? You’re not the wanker tied to his bed watching his, uh, whatever we are to each other, prance around like he’s pondering world peace in a nudist camp. Untie me, you shit, and we’ll go to the chemist’s. Or you can get your arse over here and we can make the best of it. I am still waiting for my apology headjob.”
Elijah sighed and climbed back up on the bed between Orlando’s legs. He bent so his mouth was just short of touching Orlando’s erection and closed his eyes. Orlando’s wrists strained against the ties until they loosened enough for him to pull free, and he placed his hands on either side of Elijah’s head and grasped at his short hair. Elijah let the tip of his tongue touch the drop or clear moisture on Orlando’s cockhead before taking almost the entire thing into his mouth. He wrapped his hands around the smooth length and after only three pulls, Orlando shot into Elijah’s mouth.
“Fuck! I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to- I didn’t think- fuck.” Orlando was groping for a shirt- something- for Elijah to spit back into, and was nearly shocked when Elijah swallowed hard. “Erm, apology accepted?”
“You’ve seen me swallow come before. Don’t look so, what’s that? Scandalised.” Elijah, now with one knee on either side of Orlando’s chest and his cock at Orlando’s lips, wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. “But now you get to swallow mine.”
Go to Part Fifteen.
Author:
limeysugar.Pairing: Orlando Bloom/Elijah Wood
Rating: NC17.
Disclaimer: Not true. Fiction.
Author's Notes I: SQUICK ALERT! In the UK, the age of consent is 16. This story takes place in the last year of school for the boys (who in the series are the same age.), which makes them 17, almost 18. I am well aware that some people will not read anything wherein the characters are under the age of 18, hence the warning. There is oral sex in this chapter. If this bothers you, don't read it. Simple as that.
Author's Notes II: Heavily inspired by the recent AU school fics by
marrymemerry and deleerium, and by the film Get Real. If you haven't seen it, do.Author's Notes III: I would have done the smut part as a Seekrit Chappie, but it's been so long since I updated this bloody thing, I forgot what my Angelfire username is.
Read the first thirteen parts.
Tuesday morning, Elijah’s stomach was in knots. He didn’t want to wait until school to talk to Orly, but he wasn’t exactly looking forward to finding out about what had happened with Dom. “Feeling a little masochistic today,” he mumbled and then picked up the phone to ring his mate.
“Oi, Sherm, you know what time it is?” Orlando yawned into the phone.
“Time to get your a-” Elijah glanced toward Mrs Watson sitting at the kitchen table. “Your butt out of bed. You are going to school today, right?”
“Yes, mother, I’m going to school today. I’m just not awake yet. Was up a bit late last night.”
The full weight of Elijah’s body seemed to drop at once to his toes. “Oh.”
“Shit, Sherm. It’s not what you’re thinking, mate. Dommie left round six. Didn’t even stay for dinner.”
“Yeah.” Elijah toed the lino, leaving behind a black scuff mark. “Crap. Hey, Orly, I’ll, uh, see you later, okay?” He didn’t wait for Orlando to respond before setting the receiver down. He moved the chair leg discreetly over the mark and left for school.
Elijah rode all the way to London Bridge before remembering where he was supposed to be.
**
“I have to tell you, Yank, that I quite enjoyed myself last night.” Elijah could feel Dominic’s breath on the back of his neck as he leant in close to whisper. “Thanks, mate.” Too stunned to move, Elijah stood there, his Biology text half raised to his locker, but dropped it to the floor when Dom’s tongue grazed his earlobe.
“What the fuck?” Orlando’s voice rang hollow in Elijah’s ears, and he still didn’t move.
“I was just telling your boy here about the fabulous time we had. Isn’t that right, Elijah?” Elijah nodded, still looking straight to the back of his locker. “But now, I should be going. Cheers, cunts.”
“He’s lying.” Orlando bent to pick up the fallen book, but Elijah brought his foot down hard onto the cover, barely missing Orly’s fingers. “You don’t believe that shite do you, Sherm? He’s fucking lying.”
“Or you are.”
“Fuck you twice if you think that. You want to know everything, Elijah? Every last bloody detail? Fine, mate. You got it.” Orlando ran his hands though his hair and left them clasped behind his head for a moment before letting his arms fall to his sides in exasperation. “But not here, okay? Lunch’ll be over in a minute and I don’t fancy half the school hearing what I have to say.”
“God damn it, Orly. I can’t take this shit anymore. Come home with me after school, I guess. Mrs Watson’s been dying to see you anyway. For some reason, she thinks you’re a ‘nice boy.’”
“Yeah, grandmothers love me.”
“You’re a dick.” Elijah moved his foot off the book, but didn’t beat Orlando to bend to pick it up. “This is it, though. I’m serious this time. Your last chance.”
“Christ. Should I bring chocolates or something? Here’s your sodding book.”
“Yeah, thanks for taking me seriously.”
“We’ve been through this a million times. There is no Orly and Dommie. I promise. Now, really, I’ll see you later.”
**
Halfway to Elijah’s, Orlando decided that their afternoon would be better spent in Orlando’s room not doing homework. “My mum doesn’t give a monkey’s, and I’d hate to give poor Widow Watson a heart attack,” he’d said, and Elijah couldn’t help but to agree.
**
Orlando settled on his bed facing Elijah, and took a deep breath. “Okay,” he said, exhaling, “here’s the truth. Dom came round like he said, and he left before six like I said. He was up here with me, and he thought maybe we could get a shag in. I told him to piss off, and he went mad.” Orlando paused and took another breath. “Then my mum came home. Blimey, Sherm, you should have seen that. She was livid!”
“So, then-”
“So then, this is the part where you say ‘Oh, Orly, I’m so sorry I didn’t believe you. And you’re hot. And I’m going to quit whinging like a girl and suck your cock.’” Orlando clasped his hands at his chest and made kissy sounds at Elijah.
“God, you’re an ass.”
“Ooh, you want my arse? Because that’s what I heard.” Orlando untied the knot in his tie and slid it from around his neck. He held it in his hands, looking at it before looking up at Elijah. “Know what?” The teasing tone was gone from Orly’s voice, and the sudden huskiness of it made Elijah stiffen in his trousers.
“Do I want to?”
“Think so, mate.” Orly grinned and handed the tie to Elijah and held out his wrist. “Not tight, though.”
“Are you fucking kidding me?”
“Nope. Dead serious. Come on, Sherm! It’ll be a blast.”
“Holy shit.” Elijah reached down to adjust himself before taking off his own tie. “Okay, um, we should switch places then. Fuck, man. I’m trying to decide if this is hot or funny.”
It was only slightly awkward as Orlando and Elijah shifted positions on the single bed so that Orlando was lying on his back with arms stretched up over his head. Elijah helped him quickly shed his shirt and trousers, then his shorts, and tied his wrists to the headboard. The way Orlando looked, naked and aroused, made Elijah think that all the torture that would surely be coming his way for the rest of the year would be worth it. His mother disowning him and possibly sending him off to some sort of twisted Christian bootcamp would be worth it.
“Sherm? Anyone home, mate?” Orlando waived his semi-incapacitated hands at Elijah to get his attention. “Cos, I mean, if I’m going to be the only naked bloke here, you might as well untie my left hand. And pass the moisturiser.”
Elijah made quick work of his uniform and then stood in the middle of the room, looking about. “You got rubbers somewhere?”
“In my school bag, but what the hell sort of kinky shite do think I’m into?”
“Condoms, asshole.” Elijah muttered after realising what he’d asked for, and knowing full well Orlando knew what he’d meant. “As far as the ‘kinky shite’ goes, I think if you could see yourself, you’ll have answered your own question.”
“Fuck no, I don’t have condoms. Bloody hell! I only had the two, and we used those the first time round.”
“Shit. Now what? I can’t just, you know, stay like this. I’ll rupture something.” Elijah paced the room a few times, his arms crossed in front of him, and Orlando’s eyes following every bounce of his cock. “Damn.”
“You’ll rupture something? You’re not the wanker tied to his bed watching his, uh, whatever we are to each other, prance around like he’s pondering world peace in a nudist camp. Untie me, you shit, and we’ll go to the chemist’s. Or you can get your arse over here and we can make the best of it. I am still waiting for my apology headjob.”
Elijah sighed and climbed back up on the bed between Orlando’s legs. He bent so his mouth was just short of touching Orlando’s erection and closed his eyes. Orlando’s wrists strained against the ties until they loosened enough for him to pull free, and he placed his hands on either side of Elijah’s head and grasped at his short hair. Elijah let the tip of his tongue touch the drop or clear moisture on Orlando’s cockhead before taking almost the entire thing into his mouth. He wrapped his hands around the smooth length and after only three pulls, Orlando shot into Elijah’s mouth.
“Fuck! I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to- I didn’t think- fuck.” Orlando was groping for a shirt- something- for Elijah to spit back into, and was nearly shocked when Elijah swallowed hard. “Erm, apology accepted?”
“You’ve seen me swallow come before. Don’t look so, what’s that? Scandalised.” Elijah, now with one knee on either side of Orlando’s chest and his cock at Orlando’s lips, wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. “But now you get to swallow mine.”
Go to Part Fifteen.
