Boom Swagger Boom
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Category:
Individual Celebrities › Orlando Bloom
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
1,870
Reviews:
7
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
This is a work of fiction. I do not know Orlando Bloom. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Boom Swagger Boom
Title: Boom Swagger Boom
Author: LadyPhated
Email: ladyarwen@airpost.net
Website: Hunt me down on Mirrormere, Perfect Bloom, and AFF.
Archive: Please do; drop me a line to say where. :)
Feedback: Yes, please. :)
Part: 1/1
Rating: R
Pairing: EW/OB
Warning: Fluff.
Summary: Elijah tired. Orlando sweet. Much cuddles ensue.
Disclaimer: None of this ever happened. None of it. Ever. I do not know, or claim to know, any of the people mentioned herein, or their sexual preferences. Suing me will be a waste of your money and time, as you will win nothing. If I have inadvertently used an idea or phrase I've come across in someone else's fic, do - please! - inform me, your writing was so beautiful that it stuck in my head. :)
Notes: Inspired while listening to the song Boom Swagger Boom by The Murder City Devils and staring at the Orlando poster. :)
~*~*~*~
Elijah flopped onto his bed in his flat, huffing out a breath in exhaustion. He halfheartedly slapped his stereo on, and Boom Swagger Boom blared out across the room, warm and throaty, the chick's - he could never remember her name - voice sultry.
An image of Orlando flashed across his eyelids; funny, fun, sexy - sexy, oh god yes - Orlando. Tall and slim and gracefully dangerous as he'd whirled his knives around, showing off just a little, flirting just a tiny bit, for the lady in charge of the weapons, those deep chocolate eyes intense, even if he looked at you for one moment. That innocent, confident, almost cocky swagger -
Goes boom swagger swagger boom boom swagger boom boom boom
- as he'd walked to the lunch table, almost making Elijah moan right there in front of the crew. The soft smooth clear voice -
Hear her talking, hear her talking like a cat
- as he stood bantering playfully with Viggo a counterpoint to the husky deepness of the older man's.
"You all right, 'Lij?" Elijah would have startled at the sound of that same smooth voice if he hadn't been so fucking tired.
"Orli. Hey, man. Yeah, I'm fine." Elijah managed to turn over and watched Orli walk over to him with that grace and lean strength, and shove him over gently, lying down next to him companionably, thoughtfully leaving his shod feet hanging over the edge of the bed.
"You looked terrible during the shoot, 'Lij. Not been sleeping?" And Orlando looked and sounded so sincere and kind that Elijah unconsciously curled slightly closer.
"Can't sleep." Elijah himself thought he sounded pathetic, but he couldn't help it, not when Orlando was lying next to him, close enough to smell the soft clean scent of his freshly shampooed hair and the faint musk underneath - the smell of Orlando.
"Come here, then." Elijah frowned vaguely, wondering what Orlando was playing at as he kicked off his shoes and settled up at the head of the bed, making an impatient little "come on" gesture with those gorgeous hands. Elijah found himself staring at those hands as he slid closer slowly, and realised to his
horror that he was hard.
Fuck fuck fuck.
Elijah gave in, and dropped his head on Orlando's shoulder, praying to whatever god watched over errant actors such as himself that Orlando wouldn't notice the embarassing bulge in his pants.
Orlando slid his arms around Elijah's shorter frame, and ran his long fingers softly across his shoulders, while Elijah, not knowing where to put his hands - tucked under him, in between them, or wherever else - finally settled down and hesitantly laid them across Orlando's chest.
"Has to suck being the Hobbit," murmured Orlando, and his voice was totally different from his Legolas-voice, softer, gentler, so, so sweet.
"Yeah," mumbled Elijah, into Orlando's neck, his breath soft against softer skin, and for an inane moment, Elijah wondered whether Orlando moisturised. "So fucking tired, Orli."
"Shh," soothed Orlando quietly, a hand tracing little circles at the small of Elijah's back. Elijah sighed, and closed deep blue eyes, settling into a gentle doze.
He mumbled something, and Orlando couldn't hear, but he thought he could feel the words ghosting across his skin as Elijah's lips brushed across them ever so lightly - "Love you, Orli."
~*~Finis~*~
Author: LadyPhated
Email: ladyarwen@airpost.net
Website: Hunt me down on Mirrormere, Perfect Bloom, and AFF.
Archive: Please do; drop me a line to say where. :)
Feedback: Yes, please. :)
Part: 1/1
Rating: R
Pairing: EW/OB
Warning: Fluff.
Summary: Elijah tired. Orlando sweet. Much cuddles ensue.
Disclaimer: None of this ever happened. None of it. Ever. I do not know, or claim to know, any of the people mentioned herein, or their sexual preferences. Suing me will be a waste of your money and time, as you will win nothing. If I have inadvertently used an idea or phrase I've come across in someone else's fic, do - please! - inform me, your writing was so beautiful that it stuck in my head. :)
Notes: Inspired while listening to the song Boom Swagger Boom by The Murder City Devils and staring at the Orlando poster. :)
Elijah flopped onto his bed in his flat, huffing out a breath in exhaustion. He halfheartedly slapped his stereo on, and Boom Swagger Boom blared out across the room, warm and throaty, the chick's - he could never remember her name - voice sultry.
An image of Orlando flashed across his eyelids; funny, fun, sexy - sexy, oh god yes - Orlando. Tall and slim and gracefully dangerous as he'd whirled his knives around, showing off just a little, flirting just a tiny bit, for the lady in charge of the weapons, those deep chocolate eyes intense, even if he looked at you for one moment. That innocent, confident, almost cocky swagger -
Goes boom swagger swagger boom boom swagger boom boom boom
- as he'd walked to the lunch table, almost making Elijah moan right there in front of the crew. The soft smooth clear voice -
Hear her talking, hear her talking like a cat
- as he stood bantering playfully with Viggo a counterpoint to the husky deepness of the older man's.
"You all right, 'Lij?" Elijah would have startled at the sound of that same smooth voice if he hadn't been so fucking tired.
"Orli. Hey, man. Yeah, I'm fine." Elijah managed to turn over and watched Orli walk over to him with that grace and lean strength, and shove him over gently, lying down next to him companionably, thoughtfully leaving his shod feet hanging over the edge of the bed.
"You looked terrible during the shoot, 'Lij. Not been sleeping?" And Orlando looked and sounded so sincere and kind that Elijah unconsciously curled slightly closer.
"Can't sleep." Elijah himself thought he sounded pathetic, but he couldn't help it, not when Orlando was lying next to him, close enough to smell the soft clean scent of his freshly shampooed hair and the faint musk underneath - the smell of Orlando.
"Come here, then." Elijah frowned vaguely, wondering what Orlando was playing at as he kicked off his shoes and settled up at the head of the bed, making an impatient little "come on" gesture with those gorgeous hands. Elijah found himself staring at those hands as he slid closer slowly, and realised to his
horror that he was hard.
Fuck fuck fuck.
Elijah gave in, and dropped his head on Orlando's shoulder, praying to whatever god watched over errant actors such as himself that Orlando wouldn't notice the embarassing bulge in his pants.
Orlando slid his arms around Elijah's shorter frame, and ran his long fingers softly across his shoulders, while Elijah, not knowing where to put his hands - tucked under him, in between them, or wherever else - finally settled down and hesitantly laid them across Orlando's chest.
"Has to suck being the Hobbit," murmured Orlando, and his voice was totally different from his Legolas-voice, softer, gentler, so, so sweet.
"Yeah," mumbled Elijah, into Orlando's neck, his breath soft against softer skin, and for an inane moment, Elijah wondered whether Orlando moisturised. "So fucking tired, Orli."
"Shh," soothed Orlando quietly, a hand tracing little circles at the small of Elijah's back. Elijah sighed, and closed deep blue eyes, settling into a gentle doze.
He mumbled something, and Orlando couldn't hear, but he thought he could feel the words ghosting across his skin as Elijah's lips brushed across them ever so lightly - "Love you, Orli."