His and Orlando�s heads tilted with it.
Billy sucked hard on the straw in his empty coke, nodded wisely and let the straw pop from between his lips. �Yup.�
Orlando and Elijah looked at him, their eyes wide.
Billy held up his hands. �What?�
Orlando cocked his head again, one elbow propped on Elijah�s shoulder. �Dom and Billy are the same�height.� He picked up a generous fingerpinch of Elijah�s fries. �I�ll bet we could do that.�
Elijah shook his head. �Dude, there�s no way. You�ve got monkey arms.�
Orlando snorted and pointed at the picture. �Shut up. Arms have nothing to do with it, see? It�s what you have to fit between here and here. And here.� He shrugged and snagged another pinch of fries. �If you were flexible enough.�
�Oh.� Elijah stared silently at the picture and tilted his head. The red blush started on the tip of his nose and spread to the back of his neck.
Orlando watched the color creep across Elijah�s face and leaned closer. �What?� His murmur whispered warm across Elijah�s ear. �Could you do that?�
Elijah turned until they were nose to nose. He nodded � a tiny bobble of his head.
�Oh.� Orlando breathed the word across Elijah�s lips, the book forgotten. Billy forgotten. The Tastee Freez forgotten.
�Uh, guys?� Billy stood up quickly, piling the remnants of his food on a tray. �I gotta run.�
Orlando and Elijah didn�t answer.
Billy grinned and headed for his car.
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�Orli.�
Orlando�s gaze flickered between Elijah�s lips and eyes. �Mmwhat?�
Elijah laid a hand on Orlando�s knee and squeezed a warning. �We�re still at the Tastee Freez.�
�Uh huh.� Orlando shifted closer. Elijah�s fingers slipped to the inside curve of Orlando�s thigh. Orlando made a sound somewhere between a sigh and a hiccup. He moved closer. The arm propped on Elijah�s shoulder dropped down Elijah�s back.
Orlando�s thumb caught gently on the back of Elijah�s hooded sweatshirt.
Elijah grabbed the edge of the table, leaning back a little with the tug.
Orlando turned his head and brushed the tip of his nose around the curve of Elijah�s ear. And breathed.
Elijah shivered. �Jesus, Orli��
Orlando dragged his lower lip across the pink lobe, then inhaled across the nape of Elijah�s neck. �Mmm�you smell��
Elijah�s knuckles whitened. �You do realize you�re nuzzling me in front of half the town.�
��lickable.� Orlando blinked, eyelashes kissing the outer curve of an earlobe. �Huh?�
Elijah�s ear.
Elijah.
Who he was thinking about pushing off the inconveniently hard bench and humping into the dirt.
At the Tastee Freez.
Orlando pulled back, eyes unfocused, gaze drifting across Elijah�s lips. �You fucked me last night.�
Elijah whimpered at the instant twitch-hard-cock reaction inside the denim confine of his jeans. �I��
Orlando turned gracefully on the bench, first bending then dropping a leg behind Elijah. He leaned forward, warm knees cradling the sideways span of Elijah�s hip and thigh.
Orlando rocked forward on the bench and breathed -- long, drawn-out and slow. Their noses almost touched. �I felt you. All day, I felt you.�
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Orlando jumped when Elijah slapped the table top. Elijah searched, fumbling, slapped again, huffed out an unidentifiable sound and clawed up the clattering ring of Orlando�s keys. �Truck.�
Elijah fell away from the table, knocking Orlando�s legs back and twiststumbling upright, the keys fisted in one hand.
Orlando straddled the bench in a daze, staring in confused lust at Elijah.
Elijah threw the whipping slur of words over his shoulder, already striding away. �Get. Inthefucking. Truck.�
Orlando blinked, shivered and scrambled off the bench, loping awkwardly after him.
Elijah had the truck in gear before Orlando shut the door.
Orlando turned and leaned against the passenger door, feet up on the seat, staring in fascination at fierce, truck-hijacking Elijah over the bent triangle of his knees.
Elijah drove exactly three and half blocks, whipped the oversized truck into a narrow alley, around the corner to an empty back lot and threw the truck in park.
Elijah sat frozen, knuckles white, breathing audible, body unnaturally still.
Orlando swallowed and dropped one foot silently to the floorboard. He shifted on the seat, then reached down and adjusted his erection with an unconscious motion.
Elijah launched himself across the front seat, mouth slammed slick tongue hard into the middle of Orlando�s surprised gasp. He shoved at Orlando�s knee, impatiently pushing the long thighs apart with one hand, pulling on the lowest curve of Orlando�s hip with the other.
Elijah dragged Orlando down in a thighs-wide flatsprawl across the front seat.
Orlando went down without a sound, eyes black and nostrils flared, spreadpanting under him, already arching up, fingers gathered in the shoulderfabric of Elijah�s t-shirt.
�Lij��
Orlando�s head tilted back -- smack -- into the door, unnoticed.
��God.�
Elijah fumbled for Orlando�s hands, yanking long fingers free of his shirt, grabbing wrists and mashing them into the bunched curve of Orlando�s shoulders, pinning him to the seat.
Orlando flexed his arms, pushing against the trap of Elijah�s hands.
Elijah growled and shoved him back down, ground hard cock through denim against hard cock again. Orlando moaned and his eyes slid closed, arms sliding up and back until Elijah had them wedged over the edge of the seat, elbows pinning shoulders, fingers clawed around wrists.
Elijah held him down and shoved against the opposite door with his toes, each blind movement a rare, perfect catch of fabric and pressure against skin that had Orlando growlarching under him, answering each grinding push with a helpless uptilt of his hips.
Orlando watched the curl of Elijah�s lips through slitted eyes and dropped his thighs apart. His shoulders and arms burned with indescribable delight where Elijah held him down against soft leather, the obscene grind of their still fully clothed cocks and bodies scraping deliciously along his nerves.
Elijah growled again, soft and low, eyes squeezed shut tight. Orlando pushed up harder, watching the flush and strung tight tendons of Elijah�s neck, the light eyes flying open as he bucked once against the hard cup of Orlando�s spread hips and thighs, fingers kneading rhythmic bracelets of pain around Orlando�s wrists, counterpart to the sudden heavysharp stillness of his hips.
Orlando moaned when he felt the almost familiar pulse of Elijah coming through denim, the air heavy with the smell of everything Elijah.
Elijah dropped his forehead to Orlando�s shoulder, vibrating against him for the space of three breaths before he shifted, thighs down and body rolling with a low grunt. He let go of one long arm and ripped at the fly of Orlando�s jeans. He shoved his hand inside � the wrong hand -- awkward and too hard but Orlando jerked on the seat with a low, dark sound. Elijah watched the puffed rise and fall of Orlando�s shaky breath, the sweat line marking a dark temple, the obscenely arched neck, head tilting back further and further, one free hand fumbling for a solid grip on the dash, teeth bared and hips and cock hitching desperately into the tight fast pull.
Elijah�s fingers squeezed perfect and too tight around the head and Orlando cried out � sounds carrying to the back of the deserted lot � smacking the back of his hand against the window as he thrashed, shoving up higher into the relentless grip, and came in hard, gut curling spurts over Elijah�s hand.
They gasped, Elijah against Orlando�s throat, Orlando into the sexreeking air, both struggling to breathe; Elijah�s hand still cupped possessively gentle around the spentslick length of Orlando�s cock, Orlando�s fingers dropped tight in the silky ruff of Elijah�s hair.
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Orlando sucked in a long breath. �Wow�that was�wow.�
Elijah didn�t respond, breathing low and deep against Orlando�s jaw. He moved his hand to Orlando�s chest.
Orlando slid long fingers through the damp tangle of Elijah�s hair. �Uh, Lij?� He tugged hesitantly on his still trapped arm, wedged upside-down and tight between the seat and the door. �Can I have my arm back? I can�t feel�thanks.�
Orlando winced as he pulled his arm out of the narrow crevice, flexing the fingers carefully.
Elijah mumbled something incoherent against Orlando�s neck.
Orlando tucked the still tingling arm around Elijah�s shoulder and pulled his far leg up on the seat with a groan. �God, I feel like I�ve been sacked.� He grinned and turned his head awkwardly, trying to see Elijah�s face. �Though I�m pretty damn sure Terrell pounding me into the dirt has never given me an orgasm that felt like it shot out the back of my spine.� Orlando groaned and rolled his head against the seat, stretching his shoulder neck arm before going limp again, his grin Cheshire sated. �I�m a fuckin� noodle, Lij.�
No response.
�Lij?� Orlando tugged on the ruff of hair, dragging Elijah�s face away from his neck.
Elijah�s eyes were downcast, his cheeks flaming red. He petted the center three inches of Orlando�s still clothed chest with gentle fingers. �Sorry.�
Orlando blinked. �Huh?�
Elijah started to sit up, struggling to rise sideways in the long seat. �I didn�t mean to be so rough, I just got�caught up.� He quit struggling and glared at Orlando. �What?�
Orlando�s chest was shaking. He choked and the laughter won, pouring out of him abnormally high-pitched waves of hysteria. �You�� He reached up and yanked Elijah down again. Hard. Elijah settled in an awkward tangle of limbs on top of him. Orlando was still snickering as he palmed the sides of Elijah�s face. �Lij, I�m the quarterback.�
Elijah blinked down at him.
Orlando grinned, still snickering. �I routinely get run over by two-hundred pound guys wearing thirty pounds of equipment and fiberglass helmets � who are usually trying to kill me.� Orlando tugged Elijah�s head down until their noses were touching, lips hovering less than an inch apart. �You holding me down while you jerk me to one of the best orgasms of my life will not break me, I promise.� Orlando�s voice dropped to a breathy growl. �Make me come so hard I forget my own name? Yes. Cause permanent damage? No.�
Elijah�s face flushed mulberry, his smile crooked and still slightly unsure. �Oh. Ok.�
Orlando grinned slyly. �Besides, I like it when you get all butch and controlling.�
�Shut up.�
�And you get this priceless little snarling curl in your upper lip thatsmmmmfff��
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Orlando froze mid-hip-swivel -- half-way across the parking lot -- and looked around in a panic.
No one important.
Thank. God.
Friday morning before Spring Break and he�d been doin� the white-boys-can�t version of the I�m-gettin�-laid dance across parking lot C.
He�d told Elijah he�d pick him up tomorrow morning at dawn and they�d head for the lake.
He cleared his throat, straightened, and loped up the ramp to the gymnasium, his chuckle audible as he yanked open the door and slipped inside.
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Orlando frowned when Dom skidded into Elijah and twined an arm around his neck. Elijah laughed and elbowed Dom in the ribs. Dom responded by rubbing a fist in his hair and dragging him away from Orlando. Just a few feet.
Orlando sniffed and repressed a sudden urge to punch his former Cub Scout camp partner in the jaw. He reminded himself not to be ridiculous.
Dom had Billy.
And Elijah was his.
�Ya�ll don�t mind if I borrow Lij over lunch, do ya�? Need help with my Trig.� Dom dragged Elijah down the hallway to the locker room. Elijah turned wide save-me-eyes towards Orlando until Dom whispered something low in his ear and Elijah stumbled on smooth linoleum and jerked his head back around to stare at Dom, mouth open, ears red.
Orlando harrumphed under his breath. Elijah was only graceless when he was turned on and vertical. Horizontal didn�t seem to be a problem. Orlando fought a rising blush and took a step down the hall after them, stopped by a hand on his arm.
Orlando frowned at Billy. �But shouldn�t I be��
�Um, no.� Billy smiled and pulled Orlando back around the corner, dragging him towards the student center. �He�ll be fine, Orli. Trust me. Dom only wants to tell�ask him a few things. Like you and I did the other day.�
Orlando�s blush flowed across his cheekbones. He nodded and let himself be led down the hall.
Elijah probably needed to know�stuff, too.
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Elijah sluiced water away from his face with one hand and stared down through the steam, tongue rubbing unconsciously at the corner of his parted lips. His other hand squeezed perfect pressure around his balls before sliding up and resuming a slow, tight-rough stroke up, around then down his rigid cock. His breathing was audible in the glass enclosure, ass clenching in time with the jerk of his hand, thighs vibrating as he breathed hard once through his nose and slowed his stroke, flicking his eyes up and away.
Just fucking. Slow. Down.
Elijah stilled his hand, shifted, leaned forward, and slapped a palm flat against the wet tile. He sucked in another long breath and looked down, ignoring the water pounding over his shoulder, warm over beadhard nipples and down across his beating hand.
He moved again, this time hips fucking and cock sliding into the unmoving soap slick tunnel of his fist, deep, steady motions of his entire body, knees and thighs rocking until he was rising on the balls of his feet, his gasps escalating to sharp, low pitched echoes slicing through the falling water.
He thrust steadily for minutes, counting each unbearable second until he recalled the slick tight smell of fucking Orlando and the hand against the wall slipped, elbow slamming against tile as he growled a blurred string of obscenities and jerked into his fist, lower body convulsing as he came in a hard splatter against the wet tile.
He rode the unsteady explosions of release sprawled against the shower wall, fist tight and eyes closed until he could breathe again. He chuckled and pushed back under the spray, stumbling upright and steady again.
Fuck Dom and his fucking surefire pre-allthewaysex jack-off control bullshit.
He�d never had Orlando-fucking-Bloom -- the too gorgeous to be real boyfriend, quarterback and college-going captain of the football team -- sprawled thighs-wide naked on his bed, asking to be fucked.
Elijah fumbled with the unfamiliar handles and turned off the water. He pushed open the glass door and reached for a towel. He rubbed the towel over his chest and frowned at his reflection in the mirror across the large bathroom.
His shower had taken longer than usual.
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Orlando pushed the open metal tab of his beer can back and forth, one leg bouncing rapid and unconscious, the sunset-warm khaki of his board shorts rubbing against the top of his thigh. He tapped the center of his sunglasses firmly against the bridge of his nose and glanced � for the twentieth time in the last three minutes � across the long deck towards to the back door.
Up before dawn, half a day in the truck to get here, an entire afternoon of chasing one another around the lake on Sea Doo�s, before running in for a shower while Elijah iced the rest of the beer. He was back out before Elijah had unpacked the cooler, barefoot and hair still dripping, white t-shirt damp around the edges.
Ready for food and sex -- order optional.
Elijah had smiled, squeezed his arm and gone inside for a shower.
Twenty five minutes ago.
Orlando picked at the smooth edge of his shorts and crossed his legs the other direction, brown ankle balanced on one knee.
Metal and glass slid in their tracks.
Orlando looked up and pushed his sunglasses to the top of his head.
Elijah stood on the end of the weather worn deck wearing a short sleeved button down and navy board shorts, his bare toes curled over the warm wooden edge. He smiled with something much more than amusement and stepped outside, sliding the door shut behind him.
Orlando cocked his head into a smile that never reached his lips.
There was something�different about Elijah in this moment of sunset and gentle and all-day-waterkissed fatigue. The way he stood. The way he looked at Orlando. The way he moved across the deck. Something that made the constant glow in Orlando�s chest tighten and flash into surprised longing and desire.
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Elijah looked at Orlando pseudo-lounging in the deck chair.
Fidgeting, stunning, nervous and young.
Elijah paused, the usually overwhelming lovelust and awe rolling into something that resembled clarity. At some point between the bathroom mirror and the deck he had stopped being intimidated by the fact that Orlando was his boyfriend. Sometime between putting the lube in the nightstand -- snickering softly at the supply already there � and stepping outside.
Orlando had chosen to spend an entire week away from family and friends. Here. With him. Another man. And based on the bottles in the night stand, they weren�t just here to fish and get a tan.
Elijah stepped outside and waited for Orlando to look up. He walked across the deck and smiled when Orlando shoved his sunglasses to the top of his head, his fidgets fading.
Elijah walked up to Orlando�s chair and touched him lightly on the top of his crossed legs.
Orlando uncrossed them and set his feet flat on the deck, sitting up a bit taller, clearing his throat. �Hey.�
Elijah stepped between his thighs and slid certain, unhesitating hands into the dark curls, thumbs tucked under the sharp triangle of his jaw.
He tilted Orlando�s head up, bent down and rocked his open mouth across the surprised part of Orlando�s lips.
Orlando�s sunglasses clattered to the deck.
Elijah leaned into the kiss, fingered the dark curls, sliding back to the sensitive tendons behind and below Orlando�s ears, unsurprised when he felt the soft moan across his tongue, giddy at the realization that he already knew how and where Orlando liked to be touched.
Night after stolen night of heavy breathing, unsteady hands, moans and quiet laughter had left Elijah with a detailed map of this long, sexy body. And holy fuck wasn�t it incredible to watch it fall apart with pleasure.
Allthewayapart.
The furrow between Elijah�s brows deepened as he mapped the wet heat of Orlando�s mouth with his tongue, pushing back gentlefirm until Orlando�s lay slack open, panting against his lips, the fingers of one hand clutched in the hem of Elijah�s shirt, answering the deep teasing sweep of Elijah�s tongue with shivering licks of his own.
Elijah licked around the rim of Orlando�s mouth, again and again, tracing the soft curve of his lower lip � wandering away a few inches, dragging his open mouth across the addictive curve of a jaw, biting gently just at the join of jaw and ear until he heard the low hitch in Orlando�s breathing he was waiting for.
He moved back when the tug on his shirt hem made him smile, before the low moan and his mouth reconnecting with Orlando�s erased every trace.
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Elijah rubbed the back of two knuckles over the pointprick hard nipple again, sucked the swollen pout of Orlando�s lower lip between his teeth and bit down, adding more weight to his leaning leg, elbow to shoulder and knee to thigh, pressing firmly into the tops to hold Orlando down.
Orlando made a low, pleading sound in the back of his throat � razor hard and really, just needing a moment of Elijah�s knee through cotton to come � his hands clutched in the repeated wrinkle of Elijah�s shirt, tugging consciously, unconsciously, and getting nothing more than Elijah shifting focus to the other nipple � gentle scrape of nail � and slowly tongue fucking him again.
Elijah was acutely aware of the moment Orlando�s tension broke and he melted shuddering, hot and needy into the chair. His hands slid trembling under the abused hem of Elijah�s shirt and palmed the warm skin of his lower back. He stroked slowly up and down, no longer trying to crawl up Elijah, out of the chair.
Orlando shifted his chest first one way then the other, following the relentless fondling of Elijah�s fingers down the stretched-out collar of his t-shirt, panting softly into the growing dark whenever Elijah�s lips left his to taste his neck or trace his ear.
Elijah breathed deeply and pulled back, hard as fuck, but manageable. He smiled at Orlando�s flushed cheeks, heavy eyes and swollen lips. Elijah palmed the top of Orlando�s head, stroking downward in an attempt to smooth the wild tangle of Orlando�s curls, askew from the fisting exploration of his fingers. �Hey.�
Orlando blinked slowly enough for Elijah to count the seconds, unable to speak. He tilted his head back and lifted his mouth towards Elijah�s again, hands lightly pressing to encourage him back down.
Elijah smiled and kissed him brief and shallow before pulled back again, throbbing quietly at Orlando�s low moan of protest. �You hungry?�
Orlando shook his head with the awkward sway of someone who will process the question later, when thinking might be a possibility.
Elijah rubbed a thumb along the top of Orlando�s collarbone, pressing lightly at the skin. �You want anything?�
Orlando slow-blinked again. �Yes.�
Elijah tilted his head, fingers fluttering along the outer curve of Orlando�s ear, smiling, pleased that the dark head leaned into his touch with absent minded abandon. Here he was again, petting the quarterback. �What do you want?�
Orlando pressed his hands against Elijah�s back, pulling him down, mouths hovering close. �You.�
Elijah breathed a low sound of pleasure across Orlando�s lips. �Alltheway?�
Orlando could only nod, shuddering quietly as Elijah leaned his full bodyweight into a deep, wetsexy kiss that had Orlando writhing again on the chair.
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Elijah took both of Orlando�s hands and tugged, out of the chair and walking across the porch. Orlando stumbled, awkward with the distracting pulseweight of his erection between his thighs, stretched taut, wet head and sliding against the soft cotton of his shorts.
Elijah stepped inside the threshold and turned, stopping Orlando with a hand around his waist and sliding down to cup the curve of his ass, the two inches of elevated threshold bringing their lips and hips even. Elijah tugged Orlando against him, swallowed a soft moan from Orlando as their hard lengths slid together through fabric and Elijah kissed him senseless again, grinding him against the doorframe.
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Orlando was a wreck.
Somewhere between the kiss outside and being a barely-able-to-stand aroused mess of lust in the bedroom, he�d realized that Elijah was capable of seducing him into a state of willing, submissive, incoherence.
Orlando could feel the damp heat of his shorts where he�d leaked, hard and rubbing along the inside seam, aching from the casual cup of a palm, the rolling grind of narrow hips, bare fingertips � only there long enough to make him want to scream � and even the distant wet heat of a dozen kisses was driving him slowly insane. He would do anything, go anywhere, be kissed, touched, make any sound, say any word. As long as Elijah didn�t stop doing�this.
They stood close enough to make things awkward, but Elijah�s hands worked easily under the hem of Orlando�s t-shirt, sliding it up with a deliberate caress of knuckles against skin, and pulled it over his head.
Orlando�s fingers fumbled large and unbelievably graceless on the small white buttons of Elijah�s shirt until Elijah grabbed his hands, moved them away, and tugged the shirt off over his head.
First Elijah�s shorts, then his � discarded � and he stood hard redheat beyond aroused, one hand on Elijah�s shoulder for balance, Elijah kneeling at his feet.
Elijah rocked forward on his knees and palmed the flat span of Orlando�s waist, pulling him towards his mouth. Orlando sucked in a sharp breath through his nose, cut off soundlessly as Elijah pressed an open-mouthed kiss to the outer curve of his hipbone, hard cock brushing lightly against his temple.
Orlando�s fingers whitened on Elijah�s shoulder, knees locked, cock twitching in empty air.
Elijah rose to his feet, hands still on Orlando�s hips and moved him two steps firmly back until the soft mattress hit the hollow curve of his knees. Orlando sat on the bed and slid backwards across the cool sheets. He collapsed against the pillows, knees bent, thighs apart, cock hard and bobbing against the inner curve of his hip and thigh. He turned his head and watched Elijah dig in the nightstand drawer.
Elijah turned and hovered over him for a moment, tugging away two pillows, pausing � distracted � to finger a hard nipple until Orlando grabbed his wrist and wordless, pulled him up on the bed into the space between his feet.
Elijah knelt gracefully, naked hard intent in the space between long spread legs. He wrapped his hands around each ankle and slid palms fingers spiraling up over taut calves, fingers teasing a twitch from the hard cock by pressing against the backs of knees, sliding up the inside of long thighs until his fingers dragged up the inside crease where hip met thigh and dark curling hair grazed the pad of his thumbs.
Orlando�s head arched into the pillow, toes and fingers curling, nostrils flared, eyes hot and blurry with need. �Lij�please��
Elijah pressed a careful kiss to the inside of one knee and moved back, dragging hands back down the long legs.
Orlando swallowed and closed his thighs before Elijah had let him go, twisting his torso to roll to his stomach. He felt hands tighten on his knees, and looked up at Elijah.
�No.� Elijah�s lips worked around both a smile and a frown. �It�s�move back like you were.�
Orlando obeyed, awkward, his cheeks flushed pink with nervous desire as his thighs fell apart again.
He�d been here before. They�d both been here before. Together.
Elijah prowled up the bed between his thighs, knees pushing gently on the warm inner skin until Orlando flexed and spread his legs wide. Elijah leaned down and licked another slow series of kisses across and inside Orlando�s lips, hands mapping shivering trails of touch across his neck and shoulders until Orlando�s nervous tension found its way back to mindless, heated need.
Orlando slid a heel over Elijah�s thigh, pulling him closer, a shallow rolling arch under him then suddenly stilled. The press of slick fingers under the tight sac of his balls drove a whimper into Elijah�s mouth from his.
Orlando chest tightened on a breath and he hissed quietly, one hand tight around the back of Elijah�s neck as two slick fingers pushed firmly inside, the burn sending stunning surprised heat lancing up his spine, muscles tight.
�Lij�� voice strained, body tight.
�Shhhrelax�� voice warm low tense sexy calm.
Orlando turned his mouth into the demanding push of Elijah�s lips and sucked bit at the sharp thrust of tongue. The fingers withdrew and Orlando twitched on the sheets unsure of wanting their return, relief at the departure and a sudden low yelp into Elijah�s mouth as they pushed back inside, more slick than before, burn fading as they twisted and pushed deeper. Orlando gasped and bore down on the becoming-familiar heat, wanting and knowing there was something�
�Orli, look at me.�
�Oh God�� Orlando whispered against Elijah�s lips, eyes flipping open and staring into blue. Elijah stared back, pupils wide dilated with desire, the hard brush of his cock against the back of Orlando�s bent thigh almost matching the heat of fingers sliding inside. In and out, steady and torturously certain and slow, one in three or five thrusts making Orlando bite his lip around a mewl, not quite sure if he was begging for more.
Then the two fingers were gone.
The click of a bottle cap was weirdly loud over the sound of their harsh breathing.
Orlando breathed for two heartbeats, achingly empty until he felt the press of what must be three fingers and froze, one hand tight around Elijah�s arm the other clutching a handful of now wrinkled sheet. Elijah pushed his lips apart and slid a hot tongue hard to the back of his mouth as the three pushed gentle firm inside.
Orlando shivered, burn and stretch this time, something like panic low in his gut until Elijah lifted his head and Orlando remembered to look.
The shared heat of their gaze made everything hot and slick easy. Three, and he wanted to push down. On them, moving deeper. Too new and too much sensation to even try.
Elijah�s gaze was confident and predatory, caressing the planes and emotions of Orlando�s face as he carefully twist thrusting three fingers, oh so slowly, into the clenching heat between the wide-parted thighs.
Minutes passed and Orlando realized � didn�t care � he was riding the thrust of those fingers, shoving down onto the burning push of Elijah�s hand, desperate for that one in every�there and he grunted, cock hard and twitching against his belly with the glancing touch across the rising bundle of nerves on the front inside smoothsilk wall.
And then the fingers were gone.
Orlando opened his mouth to maybe beg ask why until Elijah shifted and Orlando let the long line of one knee, calf and thigh fold easily into the cup of his shoulder. He stilled, one hand on Elijah�s skin the other fisted in the sheets for grounding as he felt the impossible pressure of Elijah�s cock against the tight ring of muscle again.
Push and it slid inside.
Deep, with a low groan.
Orlando let the long line of his other thigh fold out and over Elijah�s arm, bent back and Elijah pushed forward. Deeper, hips flush against Orlando�s.
And it was�
�perfectly indescribable.
Orlando breathed in as Elijah pulled back, the wet drag of cock inside tight slick muscle and skin and Orlando huffed out a low, ridiculously strangled laugh as Elijah thrust back inside and sparks laced the edges of his vision, matching his surprised whimpergasp of pleasure. Elijah made a low sound that Orlando barely identified as a cursing groan and started the slow climb to oblivion.
Words were almost impossible to find.
�That�s fucking�� Orlando finally caught the steady, easy rhythm of Elijah�s hips and rocked into each thrust with a small helpless sound. ��fuck, Lij.�
Elijah flashed a not quite surprised wicked grin and toed his body forward, hitching up Orlando�s thighs and leaning in close enough to lick across Orlando�s lips. The fabulous angle changed to erratic perfection and Orlando forgot how to breathe. Every�other�fourth�three in a row and he was digging oval craters into the flexing muscles of Elijah�s ass, pulling down and kicking his hips up into the indefinable ecstasy of Elijah and fucking perfect allthewaysex.
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Elijah watched the golden red flush of over arousal run up the long column of Orlando�s throat, the taut line of straining tendons, the rippling muscles of Orlando�s arms where he tugged hard and desperate at Elijah�s hips.
Elijah shoved his knees along Orlando�s hips, lifting and tilting them further back, shifting to brace himself on one arm. He slid the other between their bodies and fisted the slick taut length of Orlando�s cock.
Orlando jerked under him with a cry, eyes widening in stranglelaughing ecstatic panic, grabbing at Elijah�s wrist with one hand.
Elijah stroked hard, once. �Yeah?�
�Fucking. Yeah�� Orlando released Elijah�s wrist, sweaty hands clutching with unsteady purchase on Elijah�s hips, neck arching back into the pillows on another deep moan. Elijah squeezed the hard cock with a practiced grip and dragged his slick hand up, circle-slide over the head � thumb rub � and down again. He thrust down into Orlando�s uncontrollable hip jerk and repeated the caress, faster and faster again.
Elijah murmured wordless, lust-covered encouragements as Orlando�s harsh breaths of arousal grew into low, helpless snarls of almost-there, eyes black and sweat beading across the glowing skin of forehead, neck and chest as he bucked into the circle of Elijah�s fingers and downward thrust of his hips.
Elijah moaned as he felt the rippling clench of tight slick muscle.
There was a long, silent frozen moment of time when the only movement was the muscular flex of Elijah�s ass and thighs, the rhythmic pumping of his hand and Orlando flew apart under him, thrashing back into the sheets, cock pump, twitch in Elijah�s hand and he came in body curling spurts across the sweaty tan of stomach and chest, his cry a wheeze-mangled laughing mixture of fuck, love and Elijah�s name.
Elijah groaned softly at the residual rippling of Orlando�s body under and around him, hand coaxing a final shuddering hitch from the slender hips. Elijah leaned forward, both hands braced in the sheets and licked inside the slack salty lips just once before he settled back and caught up the long liquid legs in the crook of his arms again.
Post-orgasmic Orlando, glowing up at him from above the come-covered expanse of his chest kicked Elijah much closer to the edge. He grinned sideways, barely controlled lust until Orlando dragged a thumb through the white slick across his ribs and lifted it to Elijah�s lips, smearing it over the half-parted bow.
Elijah turned and sucked the digit between his lips, hips doubling in speed for half a dozen thrusts before he shuddered and slam jerked against Orlando�s clenching form, orgasm exploding from every pore.
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Elijah struggled up through the musky heat of post-orgasmic collapse on Orlando�s chest, legs tangled and cock softening in the dark crease along the inside of Orlando�s thigh. He was only nominally aware of long fingers tracing delicate lines through the sweaty spike of his hair.
Elijah groaned and levered up to his elbows, peeling up from the sweat-sticky skin, blinking a sublimely-pleased-with-himself smile.
Orlando grinned, sweat still glowing at his temples, eyes soft brown with satiety and something more than love. �Dude, we�re so doing that again.�
Elijah snorted and with a monumental effort, slid up Orlando�s torso to start it with a kiss.
