sammie gave me five words that I had to use in this fic:
Riding
Chicken
Burning
Socks
Key
Some words (*thinks socks* were definitely a pain in the ass to incorporate in the text, but I managed to do it nonetheless ^^. I've underlined them just so you know I haven't cheated ;) Anyway, this is pointless smut. Enjoy!
Not Too Chicken
“You’re not too chicken, are you?”
Oh yes, in fact he was, but then, alcohol had great ways of covering that underneath a thick layer of pretension. In one quick movement Orlando poured his second vodka down his throat, making a face at the bitter taste. He hated vodka almost as much as he hated those stupid little drinking games the Hobbits forced him to play, but hey, it wasn’t like he had better things to do anyway.
“Well, are you?” Elijah asked impatiently, his eyes frighteningly blue in the glow coming from several flashing lights that were probably supposed to create a bubbling atmosphere in the club, but that only annoyed the hell out of Orlando. Everything annoyed the hell out of Orlando that night, in particular the inquisitive prying of Elijah, who had just challenged him to kiss Dom.
It wasn’t like they hadn’t done this before. In fact Orlando had managed to snog half of the Fellowship in less than two months, every single kiss – apart from Viggo, of course - a result of those endless truth-or-dare games that he loathed and enjoyed at the same time. Dom belonged to the half he hadn’t kissed yet, and Orlando liked it that way. Well, actually he didn’t – how else would he explain the fact that he spent most of the time imagining how those funny little lips would feel against his, or, even worse, what it would be like to have him writhing under him – but that didn’t necessarily mean that he felt like kissing him – with tongue, Elijah had insisted – in the middle of a crowded fancy club.
“Fuck you, Lij,” Orlando scoffed, the vodka still burning in his throat. With all his might he cursed those lights that made it impossible for him to just hide in the shadows, away from three pairs of staring eyes that were directed at him in a way that somehow made him feel trapped. “I’ll do it, alright?!” he added, irritated, carefully avoiding Dom’s eyes. “Just not yet.”
“Whatever man. But you’re missing out on something, I can tell you,” Elijah remarked after awhile, shooting a meaningful look at his blond co-star. Elijah and Billy laughed heartily, the shrill laughter making Orlando furrow his brows in an attempt to control his increasing exasperation. He risked a quick glance at Dom, who was calmly observing him with a small smile playing across his lips, an unreadable expression in his eyes. It made Orlando incredibly nervous and he wondered if another vodka could to smother that feeling.
Another three shots later, he discovered it did. The nervousness had made place for a certain boldness and he was actually having a good time, mainly because Billy and Elijah had focussed their attention on other things, most of them having endless long legs and a waist even Twiggy would have been jealous of. Dom, on the other hand, only seemed to have eyes for Orlando. Cosily they sat together talking, the promise Orlando had made to kiss him never mentioned, and the later it got, the more it struck the dark-haired Brit how much he actually wanted to know if Dom’s skin would contrast as beautifully with his sheets as he thought it would.
Shit, he really wanted to kiss him. More than ever this time, but then, Dom just asked for it, didn’t he? Everything about him seemed to scream FUCK ME, but that also could have been Orlando’s one-track mind. The carefully applied eyeliner, that black nail polish that looked oh so good on him, the half-faded TREE on his knuckles, it made Orlando want to jump his bones right there and then.
More alcohol would definitely come in handy now. Not just because it had this magnificent capability of oppressing any insecurity or anxiety, but also because he wanted to make sure he was drunk enough for Dom to offer him to stay over for the night. He was being calculated and he knew it, but he had reached the dangerous point where he was willing to do anything just to be able to do the one thing he had been dreaming of for weeks now.
And he was sure Dom wanted the same. In fact it was almost as if he could read his mind. Those blue-grey eyes spoke volumes every time they bored into his with a shameless hint of seduction and Orlando didn’t even bother to brush away the hand that had found his knee under the table. Fuck, he was really trying to seduce him, and quite successfully at that. He wondered when they had crossed the forbidden line, but then, he didn’t really care anymore. All he wanted was to get the hell out of here, away from the flickering lights, away from all the strangers that surrounded them.
It wasn’t like Billy and Elijah would miss then anyway. The two Hobbits were having a good time on the dance-floor, especially Elijah, whose tongue was currently down a blonde’s throat. The sight made Orlando swallow heavily. Damn, he needed to have Dom. Now.
“Can I come home with you?”
Fuck, that came out entirely wrong. Subtlety was usually one of his better qualities, but apparently the vodka had temporarily damaged his brains a bit. He might as well have screamed ‘Fuck me senseless’ or something along those lines, damn it. Thankfully Dom’s lips twitched into a sly grin and he leaned in and took Orlando’s earlobe between his teeth before that warm breath sounded in his ear.
“’Course you can,” he whispered, the hand that had never left the Brit’s knee suddenly moving up just enough to make Orlando feel a rush of blood going straight to his loins. “Come on, let’s go,” he added, letting go off his ear, those sparkling eyes tightly locked with his own. “It seemed we won’t be missed anyway.”
His head gave a quick nod toward the dance-floor, where their friends were making out like high-school teenagers with some very pretty ladies, Orlando admitted. Dom, however, was still unrivalled in his attraction and Orlando wouldn’t want to trade him for all the blonde’s in the world. Oh no, that look in his eyes had been far too promising for that.
The tiny part of his brain that was still functioning properly made him realise that having a hard-on in the middle of a club wasn’t particularly convenient, but the prospect of what was about to come was far more pleasant to think of, so Orlando followed Dom eagerly when he made his way through the crowd toward the exit.
Dom was still sober enough to drive, and even though he lived only a few blocks away from the club, the trip seemed to last for hours. But eventually, they made it to Dom’s apartment. Orlando’s impatience had already reached beyond any limits at that point and while Dom fumbled with the key of his front-door, Orlando wrapped his arms around his waist, his lips claiming the smooth skin on his neck.
They stumbled inside, Orlando not letting go off his co-star and soon-to-be lover in the process, and finally he was able to fulfil the promise he had made earlier, proving he wasn’t too chicken after all. He swirled Dom around and firmly pressed lips against lips, feeling the man murmur against him before he sneaked his tongue inside that warm moist mouth, not willing to wait any longer. Hungrily they kissed, teased, tasted, explored, and blindly staggered toward Dom’s bedroom, minds hazed by both desire and alcohol.
Hands were reaching, roaming, feeling, and clothes were shed along the way, forming a trail from the front door to Dom’s bed. With a loud thump they fell onto it, Dom on top, and fuck, those fingers were doing magical things to his nipples. And he didn’t even mention that mouth… that wonderful, wet, mouth that was currently moving downwards, teasingly neglecting his throbbing erection that was trapped in his tight boxers.
“Nice socks you got there,” Dom breathed, a smirk adorning his flushed face as he placed a trail of kisses along his leg.
Orlando looked downwards and was greeted by a pair of bright green-orange striped socks, the one he always called his lucky socks. And hell, they had definitely brought him luck that night, more than he could have hoped for. But lucky or not, there was nothing as unsexy as having sex with socks on. Dom seemed to agree, seeing he quickly took them off before moving up again, kissing the inside of his thigh in a way that made Orlando squirm helplessly beneath him.
“You fucking tease,” he said through gritted teeth when Dom continued his way upwards again, grinning maniacally before crashing his lips onto Orlando’s. Orlando explored the exposed chest above him with his hands, his actions provoking low grunts from the man that was still kissing him with all the passion he could muster.
He hooked his long slender fingers into the waistband of Dom’s boxers and slid them down, Dom soon following suit as he undid Orlando from the last piece of clothing that covered his body. Orlando’s brains definitely weren’t working anymore at this point, but his body compensated the loss of coherency gratefully as it pressed firmly against Dom’s, needing to feel weight of the other man on his.
Orlando made a sharp intake of breath when Dom’s hand found his cock and he buckled his hips frantically, needing to meet Dom’s short and determined strokes. He was definitely practised in this, but then, so was he, wasn’t he? His hands trailed across Dom’s chest until they found the mass of curls that surrounded that solid erection and he wrapped his fingers around it tightly, stroking him off in a rhythm that matched Dom’s own hand on him. Strangled moans escaped the both of them as their hands moved in perfect unison, tongues battling and twisting around the other.
“Fuck me,” Orlando breathed after awhile, his body on the verge of exploding, his mind reigned by sheer desire. He needed to feel Dom, he needed to take all of him, needed as much contact as he could possible have.
Without further ado, Dom let go off Orlando’s leaking cock and reached over to the nightstand, fetching a condom and lube, the impatient noises of Orlando sounding in his ears. Moments later Dom’s face hovered above Orlando’s, his slick finger gently probing Orlando’s puckered entrance as he intently watched the expression on his lover’s face. Orlando’s body tensed, his face screwed up while pain and pleasure were battling for recognition.
When Orlando arched up against his hand, Dom cautiously added a finger, all the while making sure that he wasn’t hurting Orlando. But pain was the last thing on Orlando’s mind when Dom’s fingers started twisting inside him, hitting that sensitive spot over and over again until he thought he might go mad from the sensations.
“Please…” Orlando pleaded, eyes tightly shut as he spread his legs a little more, encouraging his blonde haired lover to get it over with and fuck him already.
“You’re pretty when you beg,” Dom grinned, a hint of sweetness to his voice as he placed himself between Orlando’s legs, hands quickly rolling a condom over his throbbing cock. He came up and allured Orlando in a sensual kiss while his hand guided himself to Orlando’s slackened hole. Ever so slowly he slid inside Orlando, who moaned loudly as he arched his back in impatience and pleasure.
“You’ve done this before,” he mumbled once Dom had set a nice steady rhythm, his thrusts long and slow.
“So have you,” Dom shot back, and if it weren’t for the fact that Dom started speeding up a little, Orlando would have grinned at his words. Yes, he had done this before indeed, but never with someone who was more experienced than himself in these sort of things. It was nice for change, being guided, being led and – not to mention – being fucked relentlessly.
Dom was practically riding him now, the pace of his thrusts quickening as he pushed himself deeper and deeper in. Orlando loved watching him while he was plunging himself inside him: his eyes were closed, a look of concentration was visible on his face and his hair was sticking to his forehead. The flexing muscles in his arms indicated that he was straining every nerve and the thin layer of sweat that was covering both their bodies only added to Orlando’s arousal.
He was close, dangerously close, and when Dom grabbed his cock again and started pumping him steadily he knew it was the beginning of the end. Guttural moans flew from his swollen lips and the pants and whimpers Dom let out were by far the most erotic sound he had ever heard in his life.
“Oh… mhh,” he blabbered unintelligibly, feeling tension building up inside him to almost unbearable heights. Dom took this as his cue to fuck him harder, deeper, faster, and Orlando’s breathing flattened as he concentrated on that divine feeling in his stomach. It only took Dom two more thrusts to send him over the edge and Orlando’s body convulsed as he came hard, his cum spurting over Dom’s fingers. Stars exploded behind his eyes and he couldn’t suppress the strangled cry that sounded.
Dom was still pumping inside his shuddering body and from the look on his face Orlando could tell he wouldn’t last long anymore. He hooked his legs further over Dom’s shoulders in an attempt to get him deeper in, his eyes never leaving the flushed face of his lover.
“Almost… uh… oh… fuck,” Dom panted helplessly, his moving body nearly collapsing.
“Come on baby, let yourself go,” Orlando whispered, reaching out a hand to flicker it across a tight nipple.
“I… oh… yes… God…” was all Dom could mutter before he came with a low grunt, and his body spasmed violently as he buried himself deeply within Orlando for one last time. Supporting the trembling form, Orlando wrapped his arms around him, guiding him through the aftershocks.
With a long and satisfied sigh Dom rested his head on Orlando’s chest and the Brit ran his hands through the blond hair, the realisation that he and Dom had just fucked like animals slowly seeping through his brain.
“Holy shit man,” Dom blurted out when he had more or less recovered from his mind-blowing orgasm, tilting his head to look Orlando in the eye.
“I know,” Orlando smiled. “Guess I wasn’t too chicken after all.”
Their kiss was lethargic this time and Orlando knew that he could get used to this. Definitely.
~The End~