Fic! DomOrli. NC-17.
Dec. 26th, 2003 08:01 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
seethingheathenTitle: Unorthodox Approach
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limeysugar
Feedback: Would be fantastic.
Pairing: Domorli. Dorli. Domlando. . .yeah.
Rating: NC-17.
Disclaimers: As usual, this is fiction. Don't know these guys.
A/N: After reading a bit about Dom giving Elijah some fanfic, I decided that he should give Orli some instead.
Orlando stared at the envelope sitting on his kitchen table. It wasn't a regular small envelope, or even one of the long ones that important letters got sent in; it was sort of big and rectangular. Manila, that's what it was. A plain manila envelope. Orlando thought for a moment about how, when he was a kid, he used to call them vanilla envelopes. But that was beside the point. The point, as Orlando saw it at the moment, was that someone had put an envelope on his kitchen table.
Someone. Who? Someone who had a key to his flat, apparently. Hopefully. Maybe it was a deranged- no, he wasn't going to let his imagination get away from him. It managed to get far enough away, however, that Orlando went and got a long wooden spoon from the drawer and poked at the envelope with it. Just as the end of the spoon made contact with the light brown paper, Orlando's phone rang. The spoon went flying across the kitchen and into the lounge.
When Orlando got the wanker on the phone sorted, he went and changed his trousers.
Deciding that the parcel wasn't going to explode and plaster bits of him all over the walls, Orlando picked it up and opened it. Inside was what appeared to be a short script, but the cover page was blank. Furrowing his brow a bit, Orlando turned the page. As he started reading the words, his eyes grew wide in disbelief at what he was seeing. There were, on the pages, rather detailed descriptions of sexual activities taking place between him and Dominic Monaghan. Things that had never happened of course, save in the minds of imaginative fans and maybe Orlando himself, but surely not in real life.
As Orlando read on, he came across a particularly steamy bit that had him on his hands and knees on Dom's bed with Dom's tongue in his arse. Wouldn't that be nice? As he read the passage for a second, then a third time, Orlando's hand found its way to the waistband of his track suit bottoms, inside, and around his cock. As Imaginary Dom licked Imaginary Orlando's arsehole again and again, Orlando twisted his fingers around his erection. When it became too difficult to read and wank at the same time, he put the booklet back on the table and pulled his trakkies down over his hips. He looked around the kitchen as if he expected to find someone there, and when he didn't, Orlando closed his eyes and went back to stroking himself.
Behind his eyelids, Orlando saw himself spread out in front of Dom, Dom's hands and tongue exploring every inch of his body. Orlando thought Imaginary Dom might like it if he spread his legs a bit wider and maybe lifted his arse up off the bed- table- floor- worktop- whatever, and begged Imaginary Dom to fuck him. Imaginary Dom obliged of course, as he always did, and Orlando came into one hand whilst gripping the side of the chair with the other.
Standing in front of the bathroom sink washing his hands, Orlando realised he still didn't know where the envelope came from. This was quite disturbing. Maybe if there had been writing on it, he could have guessed the handwriting, but there hadn't been. And the pages were printed. He thought, rather suddenly, that this must have been one of Dom's practical jokes. The cheeky bastard was always doing one thing or another to victimise the people he knew. Not knowing what else to do, and not feeling like another wank, Orlando went to his bedroom, fished his mobile out of his trouser pocket, and rang Dom.
When Orlando heard the answering ring of a mobile phone coming from somewhere near the vicinity of his lounge, Orlando went white. If Dom was sitting in his lounge, then he probably- no, Orlando didn't want to think about what that meant. He pressed the end call button, and threw the phone on his bed. Where could Dom have been hiding? How much had he seen? Another thing Orlando didn't want to think about. He resigned himself to a night locked in his bedroom until Dom got tired of waiting and left.
Orlando had underestimated his mate. Dominic, having heard the bedroom door nearly slam off the hinges, made his way down the hall and opened the door. Orlando was sitting on his bed, with his face in his hands. He didn't look up when Dom opened the door, and he didn't look up when Dom sat on the bed next to him. When Dom moved a curl aside and ran the tip of his tongue along the edge of Orlando's ear, Orlando decided maybe it was time to look up. He was torn between moaning or groaning when he saw the look on Dom's face. Dom, who usually held a sparkle of mischief- or alcohol, or both- in his eyes now wore a mask of pure uninhibited arousal. And it was directed at Orlando.
Not Imaginary Dom, but Real Life Dom, grabbed Real Life Orlando by his ankles and pulled him down the bed. Orlando lifted his hips to let Dom pull his track suit bottoms off, and moaned a tiny bit when Dom's finger traced a line from the tip of his cock, over his balls and between his buttocks. Being the crafty and confident fucker that he was, Dominic took from his pocket a small sachet of mango flavoured lube. Orlando almost commented on Dom's optimism, but his mouth was put to a different use as Dom licked Orlando's bottom lip, and then attacked his mouth with the ferocity of a starving lion. He only pulled away long enough to open the sachet and smear lube onto his fingers. Orlando spread his legs, just as he did for Imaginary Dom, only he didn't have to say anything. Real Dom just knew to rub his fingers over Orlando's arsehole and slip them inside. Orlando held his legs apart as Dominic finger-fucked him, and trembled slightly when those wonderful fingers made contact with his prostate. Dom smirked and withdrew his fingers.
With careful aim and a little more lube, Dom pushed his cock into Orlando. He held Orlando's knees apart and watched himself thrust again and again into Orlando's hole, listened as Orlando cried out when his prostate was struck over and over. When Dom realised he was close to coming, he gripped Orlando's cock, and brought them off together. When Orlando was lying panting and spent on the bed, Dom slid down between Orlando's thighs and spread Orlando's buttocks. Before Orlando could register what was taking place, Dom's tongue was inside him, licking come and mango lube from his arse.
Later that night, when Dominic and Orlando lay wrapped in Orlando's freshly changed bed linens, Dom whispered three words into Orlando's ear. Orlando sighed and rolled over, because yes, of course, he did want to go again.
END.
Author:
limeysugarFeedback: Would be fantastic.
Pairing: Domorli. Dorli. Domlando. . .yeah.
Rating: NC-17.
Disclaimers: As usual, this is fiction. Don't know these guys.
A/N: After reading a bit about Dom giving Elijah some fanfic, I decided that he should give Orli some instead.
Orlando stared at the envelope sitting on his kitchen table. It wasn't a regular small envelope, or even one of the long ones that important letters got sent in; it was sort of big and rectangular. Manila, that's what it was. A plain manila envelope. Orlando thought for a moment about how, when he was a kid, he used to call them vanilla envelopes. But that was beside the point. The point, as Orlando saw it at the moment, was that someone had put an envelope on his kitchen table.
Someone. Who? Someone who had a key to his flat, apparently. Hopefully. Maybe it was a deranged- no, he wasn't going to let his imagination get away from him. It managed to get far enough away, however, that Orlando went and got a long wooden spoon from the drawer and poked at the envelope with it. Just as the end of the spoon made contact with the light brown paper, Orlando's phone rang. The spoon went flying across the kitchen and into the lounge.
When Orlando got the wanker on the phone sorted, he went and changed his trousers.
Deciding that the parcel wasn't going to explode and plaster bits of him all over the walls, Orlando picked it up and opened it. Inside was what appeared to be a short script, but the cover page was blank. Furrowing his brow a bit, Orlando turned the page. As he started reading the words, his eyes grew wide in disbelief at what he was seeing. There were, on the pages, rather detailed descriptions of sexual activities taking place between him and Dominic Monaghan. Things that had never happened of course, save in the minds of imaginative fans and maybe Orlando himself, but surely not in real life.
As Orlando read on, he came across a particularly steamy bit that had him on his hands and knees on Dom's bed with Dom's tongue in his arse. Wouldn't that be nice? As he read the passage for a second, then a third time, Orlando's hand found its way to the waistband of his track suit bottoms, inside, and around his cock. As Imaginary Dom licked Imaginary Orlando's arsehole again and again, Orlando twisted his fingers around his erection. When it became too difficult to read and wank at the same time, he put the booklet back on the table and pulled his trakkies down over his hips. He looked around the kitchen as if he expected to find someone there, and when he didn't, Orlando closed his eyes and went back to stroking himself.
Behind his eyelids, Orlando saw himself spread out in front of Dom, Dom's hands and tongue exploring every inch of his body. Orlando thought Imaginary Dom might like it if he spread his legs a bit wider and maybe lifted his arse up off the bed- table- floor- worktop- whatever, and begged Imaginary Dom to fuck him. Imaginary Dom obliged of course, as he always did, and Orlando came into one hand whilst gripping the side of the chair with the other.
Standing in front of the bathroom sink washing his hands, Orlando realised he still didn't know where the envelope came from. This was quite disturbing. Maybe if there had been writing on it, he could have guessed the handwriting, but there hadn't been. And the pages were printed. He thought, rather suddenly, that this must have been one of Dom's practical jokes. The cheeky bastard was always doing one thing or another to victimise the people he knew. Not knowing what else to do, and not feeling like another wank, Orlando went to his bedroom, fished his mobile out of his trouser pocket, and rang Dom.
When Orlando heard the answering ring of a mobile phone coming from somewhere near the vicinity of his lounge, Orlando went white. If Dom was sitting in his lounge, then he probably- no, Orlando didn't want to think about what that meant. He pressed the end call button, and threw the phone on his bed. Where could Dom have been hiding? How much had he seen? Another thing Orlando didn't want to think about. He resigned himself to a night locked in his bedroom until Dom got tired of waiting and left.
Orlando had underestimated his mate. Dominic, having heard the bedroom door nearly slam off the hinges, made his way down the hall and opened the door. Orlando was sitting on his bed, with his face in his hands. He didn't look up when Dom opened the door, and he didn't look up when Dom sat on the bed next to him. When Dom moved a curl aside and ran the tip of his tongue along the edge of Orlando's ear, Orlando decided maybe it was time to look up. He was torn between moaning or groaning when he saw the look on Dom's face. Dom, who usually held a sparkle of mischief- or alcohol, or both- in his eyes now wore a mask of pure uninhibited arousal. And it was directed at Orlando.
Not Imaginary Dom, but Real Life Dom, grabbed Real Life Orlando by his ankles and pulled him down the bed. Orlando lifted his hips to let Dom pull his track suit bottoms off, and moaned a tiny bit when Dom's finger traced a line from the tip of his cock, over his balls and between his buttocks. Being the crafty and confident fucker that he was, Dominic took from his pocket a small sachet of mango flavoured lube. Orlando almost commented on Dom's optimism, but his mouth was put to a different use as Dom licked Orlando's bottom lip, and then attacked his mouth with the ferocity of a starving lion. He only pulled away long enough to open the sachet and smear lube onto his fingers. Orlando spread his legs, just as he did for Imaginary Dom, only he didn't have to say anything. Real Dom just knew to rub his fingers over Orlando's arsehole and slip them inside. Orlando held his legs apart as Dominic finger-fucked him, and trembled slightly when those wonderful fingers made contact with his prostate. Dom smirked and withdrew his fingers.
With careful aim and a little more lube, Dom pushed his cock into Orlando. He held Orlando's knees apart and watched himself thrust again and again into Orlando's hole, listened as Orlando cried out when his prostate was struck over and over. When Dom realised he was close to coming, he gripped Orlando's cock, and brought them off together. When Orlando was lying panting and spent on the bed, Dom slid down between Orlando's thighs and spread Orlando's buttocks. Before Orlando could register what was taking place, Dom's tongue was inside him, licking come and mango lube from his arse.
Later that night, when Dominic and Orlando lay wrapped in Orlando's freshly changed bed linens, Dom whispered three words into Orlando's ear. Orlando sighed and rolled over, because yes, of course, he did want to go again.
END.
