That Kind Of Love
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Category:
Individual Celebrities › Orlando Bloom
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
1
Views:
1,642
Reviews:
2
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.
That Kind Of Love
Title: That Kind Of Love
Author: LadyPhated
Email: ladyarwen@airpost.net
Website: Hunt me down on... Mirrormere, Perfect Bloom.
Archive: Please do; drop me a line to say where. :)
Feedback: Yes, please. :)
Part: 1/1
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: EW/OB
Warning: M/M sex, PWP, fluff. If you don't dig the scene, you don't read the screen, capiche?
Summary: Elijah and Orlando awake. Need and want. And why you should never sleep with someone you don't intend to, ah... sleep with. :)
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: Sequel to Boom Swagger Boom; enjoy. :) Inspired by the song That Kind Of Love by Alison Krauss, and Orlando's pictures in First magazine. For Giselle and macberly. :)
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Elijah woke up, finding himself still in Orlando's arms. Stayed here all night. He glanced as far as he could to his right, where his damned alarm clock would be, trying not to shift Orlando's arms, weighted in sleep, from around him. Because, damnit, he liked the feel of the archery-toned arms around him, and Orlando's gentle breathing, soft little gusts of air tickling his hair, was nice, too.
09:37, blinked the green-yellow numbers cheerfully back at him. Elijah almost swore before remembering it was a Saturday. No call this morning. "Thank god," he muttered. He bits his lip, then made up his mind and curled back against Orlando, dozing off slowly.
Orlando shifted, and yawned as he woke up, smiling into the dark hair under his chin. "Morning, 'Lij," he said softly. "Sleep well?"
"Ungh. Yeah," mumbled Elijah. He kept his eyes closed. He knew that once he opened his eyes, once he was officially awake, then Orlando would stay for coffee, and maybe pancakes, and then he'd go, and Elijah would be here for the rest of the day, until Dom or Billy called him and came over and dragged him out to the pub for a beer.
"Want some coffee? I'll make," offered Orlando wryly, as Elijah didn't seem to want to let go of him or get up or anything. "Don't want anything," murmured Elijah, and gave in, turning over and looking at Orlando, with his hair all messed from sleeping, his clothes rumpled. "Uhm... thanks, man. I slept pretty good." Orlando laughed softly, almost shyly, and Elijah had to swallow the words that threatened to bubble over from his lips, had to swallow anyway, because when Orlando looked all messy - just-fucked messy, his brain inserted - and looked at him with the deep capuccino eyes that were so much warmer than the Legolas-contacts, his tongue felt like he'd just woken up with a killer hangover, the type that only a night out drinking with Billi and Dom could cause.
"You're welcome." And again that shy smile, and Elijah knew he shouldn't -
But the heart rules the mind
- and he stretched, just a tiny bit, and kissed Orlando on the sleep-softened lips. And just as soon as he did, the very real softness of what had kind of seemed like a dream a moment ago made his brain snap back into control -
I can't help feeling like a fool
- and he pulled away, looking anywhere but at the look of sweet confusion that marred Orlando's perfection just a tiny bit, creating a tiny wrinkle on his forehead, his lips pouting slightly. "Shit, I'm sorry, Orli, I - " he muttered quietly, still not looking at Orlando, which should have been hard, since they were lying so close together, but he was looking at the sheets and the pillow and his hands on Orlando's chest; and why were his hands still on Orlando, why wasn't Orlando shoving him away and leaving him in disgust?
"Did you mean that, 'Lij?" And why was Orlando's voice so damned soft and serious? Elijah looked up slowly, and frowned when Orlando repeated his question, just a little bit slower, not as cocky as he usually seemed, more like the shy kid he'd met on the very first day when he's come down with Billy, both of them half-drunk on champagne - "Did... did you mean that, 'Lij?"
And Elijah was falling into those big brown eyes again, and he nodded - "Yeah, I did." Orlando looked at him for a moment more, then he was slipping his index and middle fingers under Elijah's chin, almost like the way he drew his bow, brushing Elijah's rose-petal lips the way he idly ran his thumb along the fletchings of the green-gold arrows he used. God, how many times had Elijah watched him doing that while he was on a break, thinking about the next scene, and then -
Like some sweet saving grace
- Orlando's lips were back on his, and now Orlando's hands were on him as well, not just that sweet tiny contact on his back to get him to sleep, but everywhere he could get to, tangling in his hair, down his neck, and oh, since when had that spot sent a delicious little thrill down his spine?
Elijah stopped thinking, and kissed Orlando, his tongue slipping out boldly, their breaths mingling, and he was on top of Orlando - god, he was so strong - both their mouths open and eager, exploring, tasting, touching. Orlando tasted like what clean rain might have, but warmer, and so soft. Elijah sighed into Orlando's mouth, and it only seemed to drive him on, his hand curling around the back of Elijah's neck to pull him closer, kissing him almost punishingly hard.
And before both of them were fully aware of it, they were clawing at shirts, tugging at bottoms, Orlando shoving his socks off, Elijah, lips bruising, watching him. Then it was back to more kisses and now their hands were roaming freely, Orlando's sliding down his back to stroke and squeeze his arse, as he backed away, hands resting on Orlando's muscled chest, watching the deep mahogany eyes grow to deepest night before fluttering shut as he ground his groin forward, arching up to meet him.
Elijah thrust, his cock sliding against Orlando's, slicked by the merest dew of sweat.
Gasp.
Thrust.
Moan.
Orlando reached up for Elijah, and slid against him as he kissed him again, like sucking his breath from his mouth, like he needed it to live, because there was no way he could get enough air, not the way their cocks were rubbing and Elijah was so fucking beautiful as he moaned into his mouth, and -
We learn the truth
- and he loved him. And the thought sent Orlando spiralling over the edge, tiny little fireworks dimming the edge of his vision, as he released between them, as Elijah moaned his own orgasm, and kissed him back, softer now.
Elijah cleaned them off, and slid back between Orlando's legs, laying his head on his shoulder, idly stroking the flushed skin under his fingers. And then he heard it, a distant murmur in Orlando's chest - "Love you, Lij."
~*~Finis~*~
Author: LadyPhated
Email: ladyarwen@airpost.net
Website: Hunt me down on... Mirrormere, Perfect Bloom.
Archive: Please do; drop me a line to say where. :)
Feedback: Yes, please. :)
Part: 1/1
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: EW/OB
Warning: M/M sex, PWP, fluff. If you don't dig the scene, you don't read the screen, capiche?
Summary: Elijah and Orlando awake. Need and want. And why you should never sleep with someone you don't intend to, ah... sleep with. :)
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: Sequel to Boom Swagger Boom; enjoy. :) Inspired by the song That Kind Of Love by Alison Krauss, and Orlando's pictures in First magazine. For Giselle and macberly. :)
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Elijah woke up, finding himself still in Orlando's arms. Stayed here all night. He glanced as far as he could to his right, where his damned alarm clock would be, trying not to shift Orlando's arms, weighted in sleep, from around him. Because, damnit, he liked the feel of the archery-toned arms around him, and Orlando's gentle breathing, soft little gusts of air tickling his hair, was nice, too.
09:37, blinked the green-yellow numbers cheerfully back at him. Elijah almost swore before remembering it was a Saturday. No call this morning. "Thank god," he muttered. He bits his lip, then made up his mind and curled back against Orlando, dozing off slowly.
Orlando shifted, and yawned as he woke up, smiling into the dark hair under his chin. "Morning, 'Lij," he said softly. "Sleep well?"
"Ungh. Yeah," mumbled Elijah. He kept his eyes closed. He knew that once he opened his eyes, once he was officially awake, then Orlando would stay for coffee, and maybe pancakes, and then he'd go, and Elijah would be here for the rest of the day, until Dom or Billy called him and came over and dragged him out to the pub for a beer.
"Want some coffee? I'll make," offered Orlando wryly, as Elijah didn't seem to want to let go of him or get up or anything. "Don't want anything," murmured Elijah, and gave in, turning over and looking at Orlando, with his hair all messed from sleeping, his clothes rumpled. "Uhm... thanks, man. I slept pretty good." Orlando laughed softly, almost shyly, and Elijah had to swallow the words that threatened to bubble over from his lips, had to swallow anyway, because when Orlando looked all messy - just-fucked messy, his brain inserted - and looked at him with the deep capuccino eyes that were so much warmer than the Legolas-contacts, his tongue felt like he'd just woken up with a killer hangover, the type that only a night out drinking with Billi and Dom could cause.
"You're welcome." And again that shy smile, and Elijah knew he shouldn't -
But the heart rules the mind
- and he stretched, just a tiny bit, and kissed Orlando on the sleep-softened lips. And just as soon as he did, the very real softness of what had kind of seemed like a dream a moment ago made his brain snap back into control -
I can't help feeling like a fool
- and he pulled away, looking anywhere but at the look of sweet confusion that marred Orlando's perfection just a tiny bit, creating a tiny wrinkle on his forehead, his lips pouting slightly. "Shit, I'm sorry, Orli, I - " he muttered quietly, still not looking at Orlando, which should have been hard, since they were lying so close together, but he was looking at the sheets and the pillow and his hands on Orlando's chest; and why were his hands still on Orlando, why wasn't Orlando shoving him away and leaving him in disgust?
"Did you mean that, 'Lij?" And why was Orlando's voice so damned soft and serious? Elijah looked up slowly, and frowned when Orlando repeated his question, just a little bit slower, not as cocky as he usually seemed, more like the shy kid he'd met on the very first day when he's come down with Billy, both of them half-drunk on champagne - "Did... did you mean that, 'Lij?"
And Elijah was falling into those big brown eyes again, and he nodded - "Yeah, I did." Orlando looked at him for a moment more, then he was slipping his index and middle fingers under Elijah's chin, almost like the way he drew his bow, brushing Elijah's rose-petal lips the way he idly ran his thumb along the fletchings of the green-gold arrows he used. God, how many times had Elijah watched him doing that while he was on a break, thinking about the next scene, and then -
Like some sweet saving grace
- Orlando's lips were back on his, and now Orlando's hands were on him as well, not just that sweet tiny contact on his back to get him to sleep, but everywhere he could get to, tangling in his hair, down his neck, and oh, since when had that spot sent a delicious little thrill down his spine?
Elijah stopped thinking, and kissed Orlando, his tongue slipping out boldly, their breaths mingling, and he was on top of Orlando - god, he was so strong - both their mouths open and eager, exploring, tasting, touching. Orlando tasted like what clean rain might have, but warmer, and so soft. Elijah sighed into Orlando's mouth, and it only seemed to drive him on, his hand curling around the back of Elijah's neck to pull him closer, kissing him almost punishingly hard.
And before both of them were fully aware of it, they were clawing at shirts, tugging at bottoms, Orlando shoving his socks off, Elijah, lips bruising, watching him. Then it was back to more kisses and now their hands were roaming freely, Orlando's sliding down his back to stroke and squeeze his arse, as he backed away, hands resting on Orlando's muscled chest, watching the deep mahogany eyes grow to deepest night before fluttering shut as he ground his groin forward, arching up to meet him.
Elijah thrust, his cock sliding against Orlando's, slicked by the merest dew of sweat.
Gasp.
Thrust.
Moan.
Orlando reached up for Elijah, and slid against him as he kissed him again, like sucking his breath from his mouth, like he needed it to live, because there was no way he could get enough air, not the way their cocks were rubbing and Elijah was so fucking beautiful as he moaned into his mouth, and -
We learn the truth
- and he loved him. And the thought sent Orlando spiralling over the edge, tiny little fireworks dimming the edge of his vision, as he released between them, as Elijah moaned his own orgasm, and kissed him back, softer now.
Elijah cleaned them off, and slid back between Orlando's legs, laying his head on his shoulder, idly stroking the flushed skin under his fingers. And then he heard it, a distant murmur in Orlando's chest - "Love you, Lij."
~*~Finis~*~