Elijah felt vibrations of what might have been begging lust or pleading compliant against his chest. Orlando was talking, muffled by the sheets, and Elijah didn�t understand.
Elijah pushed his hips harder, trying to thrust into the torture-vice hot heat between Orlando�s split cheeks, one hand holding them wide, one knee kicked under Orlando�s thigh to spread him open and raw, Elijah�s cock buried impossibly deep and trapped between them. Elijah felt the grip tighten, no easy slide, no slick pull, only grasping muscle around red rigid skin.
Elijah whimpered and rolled his head down, thrusting again. Still no movement. His chest throbbed, worried panic at over-done friction and nothing, no easy in and out, no slick, no slide. Why had he done this? What was he thinking?
Panic slouched into fear. He felt Orlando push back against him. Fear became horror. Was Orlando asking for more? Or pushing him away...
Lij.
Nononono. Elijah squeezed his eyes tight, trying to pull back, pull out, get away, still so hard, so close, finally in and torn between the explosion hovering in silver specks on the edge of his vision and the absolute certainty that he was causing pai�
�Lij, dude. Wake up.�
Elijah drowned a gasp and opened his eyes, vision skewed sideways and blurred. He was breathing so hard his chest hurt.
Orlando stood on the lower bunk, head tilted, one hand resting in the middle of Elijah�s back. Orlando grinned, his hair flat, mashed, and off center, one ridiculous tuft pointing straight up, one beautiful cheek creased with the red imprint of a sheet, eyes still puffy from sleep.
Elijah tried to turn over and found his arms trapped under his body, his own hand squeezed uncomfortably tight and unmoving around his hard cock. Elijah jerked and rolled to the side, yanking his hand out of his boxers with a blush and an unavoidable sound of frustrated relief.
He�d been dreaming.
He hadn�t been forcing himself on Orlando without careful preparation and lots of lube.
Fuckin� gallons of lube.
Forget that. He wasn�t going to go near Orlando. No, it was a much better idea for Orlando to top him first. Fucking fantastic idea.
Jesus H. Christ, what a fuckin� hot/horrible nightmare something.
�Mmmmornin�.� The word stretched between Orlando�s lips, his eyes flattening out, going soft and curious. He was staring at Elijah�s hand, hovering in the air just between them, thumb slick with something.
Orlando breathed in, nostrils flared. Slick with Elijah.
Elijah barely registered Orlando lifting himself up, forearms flexing as he rose on tiptoe, lap-quick tongue pull and a soft scrape of teeth against the pad of Elijah�s thumb.
Elijah�s cock pulsed hard under the cover of sheet, blanket and sweat.
Orlando snorted, choked on a laugh and jerked back, Elijah�s thumb popping clear of his lips. Orlando�s shoulders vibrated as he dropped his head onto an arm with a strangled chuckle, blushing. �Fuck. I can�t believe I just did that. Who knew I was so�porny?� He wrinkled his nose, lips thinned for a hopeless moment, then exploded, his laughter something more than naughty.
Orlando rolled his temple against his arm and smiled at Elijah conspiratorially. �Buffy used to say that sex with me was like having sex with a technical manual.� Orlando chuckled. �Hell.� He leaned back and jumped off the bed, still shaking his head. �I�d like to see someone describe that in a manual. Drive�no, bed-by thumbing.� That set Orlando off again.
After a few hysterical shakes of his shoulders, Orlando managed to calm down enough to speak. He stood upright and grinned at Elijah, making an impatient gesture with his hand. �Come on, breakfast is ready.� Orlando was still snickering as he padded barefoot out of the room.
Elijah flopped onto his back with a tortured whimper.
Jesus fuckin� guh.
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It was like�
Orlando struggled for the words.
Close. Comfort. Certain.
Like�cotton candy. That first touch with dry fingers, before the fizzle of tongue and lips and teeth melt it to a memory. Warm, a little sweet and something else too.
Orlando thought Elijah was like that this morning. They were like that, together.
At breakfast when a bare leg brushed against Orlando�s under the table, knee pressed comfortably against his thigh, shin aligned with the side of his calf.
The comfortable lack of conversation, even with all the activity of camping preparations. Who needed mundane chatter when you could share a look that caused laughter, or a casual touch that invoked a goofy smile?
Orlando threw the last of the more-prepared-than-a-freakin�-boy-scout camping gear in the bed of his truck, chased four cousins onto the soft pile of tents and sleeping bags, ran inside for his cell phone, suffered a quick kiss from his Mom and grabbed an extra sweater.
He grinned as he loped across the yard and climbed in the truck, dropping the sweater in the back, one long arm draped behind the seat as he craned his neck around to back out of the gravel driveway. Orlando squeezed the back of Elijah�s neck as he straightened, put the truck in drive and headed down the dirt road behind the barn. The river campsite was at the back of the property � a ten minute drive even on the worst of days.
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�I would never hurt you, you know. Never.�
�Huh?� Orlando paused, fishing pole slung back over his shoulder, body stretched in the first arch of a shallow cast into the river. He lowered his arm abruptly, not paying attention, frowning when the tackle hooked his sleeve. He fumbled with the hook one-handed.
Orlando�s cousins were fishing a few dozen yards up the river, just out of hearing range.
Elijah was perched on a log, elbows on his knees, worrying a smooth black stone between his fingers, his pole abandoned by his side. He�d been watching Orlando cast. He hadn�t had time to think before the words fell out of his mouth, and now he was stuck.
Elijah shrugged. �I just wanted you to know, that�s all.�
Orlando growled at the hook stuck on his sleeve, too close to his hand to get it loose. He stalked over the rocks to Elijah, holding out his arm. �Of course you�d never hurt me. What brought that on?� Orlando grinned and rose up on tiptoe, lauding his greater height, even with Elijah sitting down. �Like you could do any serious damage anyway, lightweight.�
�Shut up, man.� Elijah dropped the rock and reached for Orlando�s arm, working carefully at the hook caught on his sleeve, Orlando�s hand relaxed against his. �I just�never mind.�
Orlando dropped back to his heels, cocking his head. �What?�
Elijah shrugged, a little uncomfortable. He turned Orlando�s arm so he could detach a smaller hook caught on the underside. �I had a nightmare last night. About someone hurting you. That�s all. There.� Elijah released Orlando�s arm, holding the tackle well away.
Orlando sniffed, his brow wrinkled. �Someone hurt me? Who?�
Elijah rolled his eyes, reaching for his rod and reel. �Drop it, ok?�
Orlando toed Elijah in the shin. �Lij, talk to me, man. You�re being all weird and shit.�
�Me, ok? It was me. I was hurting you.� Elijah stood abruptly, accidentally kicking his own pole in the process. He stumbled, stepping on the handle, his eyes widened for a half second as the pole flexed, then snapped, flinging the tackle, weighted hooks and all, at his face. Elijah had just enough time to flinch his eyes closed.
Orlando breathed out a quiet animal sound, sharp and low.
Nothing hit Elijah.
Elijah opened his eyes, saw the pole leaning against his shin and breathed a sigh of relief.
That was close.
Elijah went pale when his gaze flickered up enough to see the tackle wrapped tight in and around Orlando�s fist, still hovering just in front of his face.
Elijah cursed and reached for Orlando�s hand.
Orlando flinched, but let Elijah take it, slowly uncurling the long fingers. Elijah hissed at the sight of the large hook embedded in the flesh at the base of Orlando�s palm.
Orlando�s hand twitched in Elijah�s. �Just�pull the fucker out, would you? It stings like a son of a bitch.� Their gazes met, Elijah�s wide and unreadable, Orlando�s accomplished and annoyed.
Elijah looked carefully at the hook, decided it wasn�t in far enough to merit pushing all the way through and gripped it tightly between two fingers. He looked up at Orlando. �Hey, are you sure you want me to�� Elijah yanked on the hook mid-sentence. Orlando growled and his arm tensed in Elijah�s hand.
Elijah held up the hook, wanting to feel triumphant, instead feeling faintly nauseated and unsteady on his feet.
It was a puncture wound barely worth mentioning on Orlando�s palm.
Elijah�s face or eyes would have been a different matter entirely.
Elijah carefully unwrapped the rest of the fishing tackle from around Orlando�s wrist, dropping it to the ground on the far side of the log. He held Orlando�s hand in his, staring at the drop of blood welling from the shallow puncture. �You brought the first aid kit?�
�In the truck. I�ll get a Band-Aid in a second.�
Elijah�s thumb rubbed an absent pattern on Orlando�s palm. He lifted his gaze, wide, bright and unreadable, panning across Orlando�s face in uneven flickers. When he spoke again, his voice was husky. �You have no idea how badly I want to kiss you right now.�
Orlando smiled crooked and leaned in as close as he dared, gaze idly ping-ponging between Elijah�s mouth and eyes. �That�s mutual to a degree that would probably scare the pants off you, Mr. Wood.�
�In your dreams, Mr. Bloom.� Elijah�s lips twitched.
�God, I hope sooner than that.� Orlando flashed a smile, took an unsteady breath and tugged his hand out of Elijah�s grip, flexing it as if to test the pain of the tiny wound. He turned his head and hollered for his cousins to start looking for wood for the campfire then walked up the riverbank towards the truck.
Elijah staggered back a step and sat down hard on the log, his stomach still rolling at the small smear of blood on Orlando�s palm.
Oh, crap.
I think I might possibly be in love.
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�You want another beer?�
Elijah tilted his head back, looked up, and lost himself in the shadowed planes of Orlando�s face in the firelight.
Orlando kicked Elijah in the foot. �Hey, spaceman. Beer?�
Elijah nodded jerkily, wrapping his arms across his chest.
Orlando walked out of the firelight to his truck.
The youngest pair of cousins were already in their tent just outside the circle of light, their low giggles barely carrying through the cold air. The older cousins were across the campfire, their eyelids drooping at the same rate their marshmallows dipped and swayed over the flames.
Elijah heard the creak of metal as Orlando knelt up on the tailgate, the plastic clatter of the cooler lid dropping back, the crunch of ice as a hand fished for their beers, the muffled thud as the lid closed again. He heard the truck alarm beep, a door opened and closed, then Orlando�s feet crunching back across the rocks and dirt.
�Here.�
Elijah flinched when the fuzzy slide of a wool sweater hit his chest, dropping into his lap. He looked up.
Orlando stood holding both their beers, head tilted to the side, a small smile lingering on his lips. �I thought you might be cold.�
Elijah fumbled for the hem, then slid his arms in the sleeves, pulling the soft folds over his head and tugging them down his torso.
His eyes nearly rolled back in his head; the sweater smelled like Orlando. Elijah tugged the folds closer, scrunching his nose and chin down into the already warming wool, inhaling again.
�Lando?�
Orlando turned towards the sound of his cousin�s voice. �I�m here.� Two faces appeared in the opening of the smallest tent.
�Can we sleep inside tonight and camp out next time? It�s cold. And my bed at Granny�s is softer than here.�
Orlando sighed. �Let me guess. You want me to take you two back to the house.�
The two small heads nodded.
Orlando looked at Elijah. �Do you mind keeping an eye on��
�Can you take us too? It�s freeeezing out here and my sleeping bag sucks.�
Elijah and Orlando exchanged a long pulse-skipping look.
Elijah nodded infinitesimally.
Orlando gathered all the cousins, told them to pack their sleeping bags but leave the tents and herded them towards the truck. He dug something out from behind the back seat, then returned to Elijah.
�Here.� He laid a long leather rifle case next to Elijah. �I sound crazy and I�ll be right back and it�s only a 22, but we do still have the occasional coyote. You don�t even need a bullet in the chamber to fire it. The sound aught to be enough to scare anything off.�
Elijah stared at the case with something akin to horror. �Is that�a gun?�
Orlando snorted. �Uh, yeah. We�re on a farm, in Texas? It�s called survival. Don�t worry. It�s just in case. You probably won�t have to touch it and I�ll be back before you know it.� Orlando clapped Elijah on the shoulder and hurried back to the truck.
Elijah watched the tail lights disappear down the winding dirt road.
He sighed and leaned back against the log, staring into the flames. He could hear the sound of the river just down the hill, the scattered rustle of wind in the trees, a twig snapping�
Elijah glanced around, hunched down further against the log, and tugged the long leather case closer. Maybe he could just hit the coyote over the head with it.
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Elijah looked up when he saw the truck lights appear over the hill. His eyebrows went up, his lips twitching.
That was fast.
Orlando turned off the engine and climbed out. Elijah was right where he�d left him, half-sprawled next to the still crackling campfire. Orlando noted that quite a few logs had been added in his absence.
Orlando cleared his throat as he approached, hesitating before dropping down next to Elijah, leaning back against the same log.
They sat unmoving in a remarkably uncomfortable silence for more than a minute.
Orlando cleared his throat and lifted an arm to lay it along the back of the log just as Elijah scooted closer in a quick sideways shift of his body.
Orlando�s elbow and arm collided with Elijah�s shoulder and chin, the smack audible.
�Oh, shit, Lij, are you ok?� Orlando scrambled into a half-turn, rising to his knees, fingers touch-testing the curve of Elijah�s shoulder and sharp jut of his chin.
�Orli�stop.� Their hands wind milled together in a parody of girl-fight until Elijah caught Orlando�s wrists, holding the searching hands away from his still tingling jaw. �I�m fine.�
Orlando looked like he�d just kicked a puppy.
Elijah snorted. �Orli, I�m fuckin fine, ok? I got worse from your cousins yesterday. Chill.�
�That was hard, Lij. I felt it. Are you sure I didn�t brui�� Orlando knelt over him, still worried.
Elijah rolled his eyes, grabbed Orlando by the upper arms and twisted, sweeping a leg under him. Orlando landed with a grunt, sprawled sideways in Elijah�s lap. Elijah shifted back against the log, dragging Orlando with him, sighing when he finally had Orlando settled firmly against his chest, the long torso, hips and thighs stretched between his spread legs.
Orlando frowned, sniffed, and let his head thump back deliberately into Elijah�s already-elbowed shoulder. The ease with which Elijah manhandled him was a little unnerving.
Kinda hot - in a strange way Orlando didn�t really want to examine at the moment - but still unnerving.
Elijah winced, and grinned. �Now who�s worse than a girlfriend?� Orlando made a rude noise, then shifted, settling comfortably into the sprawl of Elijah�s body.
Elijah chuckled, then sighed. He dropped his head and rubbed his nose mouth chin into the warm chaos of Orlando-scented curls. Orlando made an unintelligible sound, turning his head until Elijah�s lips found his temple. His brow. His cheek. His mouth.
Soft, damp and slow.
They kissed warm and twisted for an extraordinarily immeasurable time, one of Elijah�s hands curled along Orlando�s jaw, Orlando�s fingers curled around Elijah�s wrist.
Elijah made a humming noise low in his throat and pulled back, fingers dragging down Orlando�s neck. Orlando shivered, breathing a little deeper than before.
Elijah traced a finger across a flushed cheekbone. �I want��
�Yes.� Orlando breathed out the word before his brain could catch up with his libido. His eyes widened.
�What?� Elijah felt Orlando tense against him.
�Wait, no. I didn�t mean�what?�
Elijah blinked, confused. He shook himself. �I wanted to tell you that I�ve been thinking about what you said. Last night.�
�Oh. That.�
Elijah could see the rushing blush in Orlando�s face even in the low light of the fire. He snorted. �You brought it up, dude.�
Orlando remained silent, staring at a random inch of wool on Elijah�s arm.
Elijah cleared his throat. �How much do you know about�that?�
Orlando swallowed, playing absently with a cuff of Elijah�s borrowed sweater. �I get the basics, obviously. Tab A into Slot B�or, C. Whatever. And apparently certain�positions are easier the first time, though there�s a pretty good chance it�ll hurt no matter what. Lube seems to be key.� Orlando shrugged, still blushing. �That and a decent understanding of anatomy. Though before last week I sure as hell couldn�t have told you where my fuckin� prostate was. Or why I would care. Not that I�ve tested that particular piece of information. Yet.�
Elijah sniggered into Orlando�s hair.
Orlando whacked him on the thigh with the flat of his palm. �You asked, dude.�
Elijah�s chortle faded into a hiccupped sigh. �Wow. I sure did, didn�t I? Now I understand the textbook crack.�
Orlando whacked him again. �Shut up.�
Elijah chuckled and grabbed at Orlando�s hands, tucking them against Orlando�s chest and wrapping his arms around him. �Well, that�s good. That you know. Stuff.�
Orlando made another derogatory sound, but he lay relaxed against Elijah.
This silence was not quite comfortable, thick with imagination and arousal and a little fear.
Orlando cleared his throat, then craned his head around. �I meant to ask, earlier. Did you want to? I mean, I thought you said you did. But I wasn�t sure. Because we don�t have to if��
�Yes.� Elijah�s answer was low and strained.
Orlando smiled, a face-glowing gleeful smile, his answer equally soft. �Cool.�
Elijah stared down at him, his expression falling towards serious.
Orlando�s smile blurred at the edges. �What?�
�What are we, you and me? Other than whatever you said to Buffy�dating or something.�
Orlando�s smile faded. After a long moment, he turned over, pulling his legs up to kneel in the spread of Elijah�s thighs. He tilted his head and looked, really looked at Elijah.
Elijah took an unsteady breath, his hands resting lightly on top of Orlando�s knees. �Because even though I want to have sex with you � and that�s a horrific understatement, because I haven�t really been able to think about anything but having sex with you since last night, and quite a while before that too, but that�s not what I�m trying to say.� Elijah took another breath. �What I�m trying to say is that if this isn�t really, really important to you. If I�m not really, really important to you, outside of the whole can�t-keep-our-hands-off-each-other-when-we�re-alone thing, then I don�t want to do it.�
Orlando�s face crumpled at the edges. �But I��
Elijah plowed on, suddenly afraid of finishing but even more terrified of not saying it. �Because I think I may be � though I�m not a hundred percent certain or anything - I may possibly be falling in love with you. Or something.�
Orlando sighed in relief, his grin returning. �Well, duh.� He leaned forward, slanting his mouth across Elijah�s with a pleased hum.
Elijah pushed him back, hand flat and strong against the hard chest. �What exactly does that mean?�
Orlando refrained from rolling his eyes. He laid both hands on Elijah�s shoulders and leaned in close. �Lij, I�ve only had sex with one other person. Exactly twice. Over three years ago. I wouldn�t have asked you if I didn�t think I loved you, you moron.�
Elijah�s mouth opened, then closed with a snap. �Oh.�
Orlando tilted his head, his smile teasing. �Why do you think I gave you my letter jacket?�
Elijah�s face melted into a grin so broad he flashed teeth. �Because I might be cold?�
Orlando growled and attacked him.
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Steamy, sex-saturated air rose in breathy, laughing puffs to the top of the tent, carried away on the cold wind peeking in and around the curves of gortex and mesh.
Orlando chuckled, the sound melting into a low moan as Elijah rolled over him, legs warm and sliding between one other, the slick sound of moving skin running along the inside of the twin-zipped-together sleeping bags.
Elijah licked around the curl of Orlando�s ear, teeth catching gently on the lobe at the end of every circuit, until he felt Orlando�s nails dig into his ass and shoulder, long legs pushing against his.
Elijah lifted up on his elbows, grinned down at Orlando�s flushed cheeks, and decided that naked, second-round making out, in zipped-together sleeping bags, in a tent, on a cold night in November, with Orlando Bloom, was nothing short of perfection.
They�d barely made it inside the unzipped door of the tent before jeans were yanked open and shoved down hips, and hands found becoming-familiar grips around already-so-close cocks. They panted breathless and fast against each other�s throats, the cold plastic floor hard and uninterrupting, lips grazing teeth, fists twisted and tightening, moving faster and hips jerked and moaned names crossed one another within minutes.
They lay boneless, half-naked, breathing hard and twined around each other in the unsteady-glow of the campfire through nylon.
When they�d been able to breath again, they�d made good natured fun of their teenage libido�s and laughed themselves tumbling into the back of the tent, stripping clothes off willy-nilly into a single pile. They�d tussling good naturedly to unroll and zip the huge sleeping bags together, finally sliding skin against skin noisily between the slippery folds.
They�d been naked, wrapped around and rubtouchrolling against each other in the oversized bag for uncountable minutes, their quiet laughter and low words interrupted by questing hands and mouths asking where and how and are you really ticklish there? Moans and soft giggles answered quickly and in kind.
Elijah felt the grazing heat of Orlando�s cock against his hip and breathed deeply when his own re-hardened length left a nerve-sparking trail against Orlando�s thigh.
�Hmm�� Orlando cupped Elijah�s shoulders, pushing gently and Elijah went over willingly, rolling to accommodate the long body sliding over and settling between his thighs. Elijah hooked his calf behind a long leg, tucking Orlando closer.
Orlando dipped his head, a small smile lingering and pushed apart Elijah�s lips with his own. Kissed teasing, slow, and lingering until Elijah�s hand tightened in the dark hair, pulling his mouth sideways deep against his. Orlando melted against Elijah, limbs and body warming hot with the shallow almost-rocking of their hips.
Orlando pulled free of Elijah�s mouth, lips parted and sucking on bits of skin under Elijah�s ear, down his neck, over the top of a smooth shoulder, soft and addictively flavored. Elijah sighed, fingers raking through dark curls over and over in a rhythmic caress, turning his head to bare more skin to the lick-tingle of Orlando�s exploring mouth.
Careful.
Curious.
Orlando murmured against Elijah�s throat, unintelligible. Elijah�s hands tightened in the dark curls, lifting gently. �What?�
Orlando blinked and smiled crooked, eyes black and unfocused. �Anywhere, right?�
Ohgod.
Elijah nodded and let the dark head drop back to his neck. Shoulder. Arm. Elbow.
Elijah giggled.
Orlando looked up, smiling and licked the inside of Elijah�s elbow again.
Elijah�s hand twitched and his giggle doubled. Orlando bit him there, and Elijah gasped.
One dark brow rose, eyes wide and pleased.
Wonder if that works other places?
Orlando shifted up and over, mouth and fingers touch-exploring the top of a collarbone, the gentle rise of a pectoral, tongue tracing the soft crease of skin between arm and torso.
Elijah giggled in earnest, squirming away.
Orlando bit him, and Elijah gasped. Orlando breathed in, the clear, sugared scent of damp, aroused Elijah tingling along the back of his throat, his tongue growing thick and wet against soft skin with the triggered reminder of Elijah�s taste.
Orlando wandered across the firm chest, closing the gap between the pebbled hardness he could feel against his cheek and the soft open-mouthed lick of his lips. Nipple. Hard and tight against his tongue.
Elijah hummed deep in his chest, content and still stroking dark curls.
After a few seconds Orlando raised his head, his forehead creased.
Elijah peered down at him, words rippling together. �Why�dyoustop? Feelsnice��
Orlando�s lips pursed. �You don�t�I like that more than you do.�
Elijah blinked aroused confusion. �What?�
Orlando huffed gently. �Look.� He licked a nipple. Elijah made a soft sound of pleasure and smiled. Orlando raised an eyebrow, then leaned over and bit gently on the inside of Elijah�s elbow. Elijah gasped and jerked his hips up, a tiny dig, involuntary reaction.
�See?�
Elijah snorted. �Not everyone is sensitive in the same places, dude.�
Orlando rolled slightly to the side, shoving the too-much-heat of the top sleeping bag down out of the way, one large hand petting the length of Elijah�s torso, legs still tangled. �I know, but I want to know where else you�� He dipped a finger in Elijah�s navel, and Elijah bucked under him, a strangled nonsense word escaping, driving up hard against his touch, fingers digging into skin.
�Ohhh�� Orlando�s eyes darkened, his own cock pulsing at the reaction of Elijah�s body against his. He slid down and settled flat between Elijah�s thighs, Elijah�s hard length pokedragsliding against his collarbone as he leaned over and swirled his tongue around the shallow, sensitive rim of his bellybutton.
Elijah writhed, a full body lift flex of muscle, bone and skin, his unintelligible pleasure growl slow and loud, hands locked and fisted in Orlando�s hair. Elijah jerked his legs up, bending his knees, feet flat on the ground and shoved up against Orlando�s mouth.
Orlando grinned, ecstatic at the discovery. He swirled his tongue again, around and around, each circuit matching the swivel of Elijah�s body against his, watching the flush of red warm Elijah�s chest, felt the increasingly hard digs of cock against his collarbone. He slid an arm under Elijah�s lifting hips, large hand braced against Elijah�s tailbone, arm settled between the firm warm cheeks of his ass.
Elijah changed his liftwrithegrind; lifted up, then pressed down, pushing the sensitive strip of balls, perineum and ass against the unforgiving line of Orlando�s forearm, before jerking up into the tortured swirl of Orlando�s tongue, and dropping down again into an uncontrollably obscene grind of everything against anything, cock still sliding unpredictably against the soft hard smooth of Orlando�s throat.
Orlando lifted his head.
Elijah panted out a low stutter of amazed frustration. �JesusGodOrli��
Orlando pulled his arm from under Elijah, and wiped an index finger along his throat where the enthusiastic rub of Elijah�s cock had left a wet mark of pre-cum. He bit his lip, just managing not to slide the finger between his lips and lick it clean. It was slick and tempting, but there was something else. Something he could feel in Elijah�s movements.
Something dark and unknown and dirty and secret and now.
Sooner even, because he was so hard he felt like he�d wanted it forever but he didn�t know how or what or even if he should ask and oh, how he wanted to ask. He wanted to know. How it was going to feel, from the inside out.
Orlando looked up at Elijah from under lowered brows, cheeks flushed, hot and uninhibited by Elijah�s sounds, Elijah�s heat, Elijah�s sweat. �Can I�� Orlando slid his hand into the damp hot dark under and between Elijah�s thighs and delicately laid the tip of an almost slick finger against the tight pucker of pink skin. ��touch you here, too?�
Elijah stopped breathing, his cock twitched hard against his stomach, his legs tight, a sheen of sweat along his temples. Yesyesyes! He nodded shakily. At this moment, there was nothing he didn�t want Orlando to do. �Yeah.�
Orlando settled deliberately, mouth near, free hand resting on the upper curve of a muscled thigh. Gentle butterfly light he circled the tight ring, slid delicate and slow around and across and across again and lightly pressed. Pressed harder and the long finger slid in, the tip strangled by tightness that made Orlando�s breath catch.
Elijah stopped breathing.
Orlando leaned forward and tongue-fuck-licked the deepest curve of Elijah�s bellybutton. Elijah choked and pushed up into the stroke, Orlando�s finger tip pulled out, then back in, and Elijah bore down, and the finger slid inside. Alltheway inside, second knuckle pressed deep and surrounded by soft heat.
Orlando moaned and flexed the digit experimentally, licking again into the sensitive hollow in Elijah�s stomach. Elijah gasped and jerked under Orlando, cock thumping into the side of Orlando�s throat.
Orlando pulled the finger back, trying to be gentle, his own guts fluttering at the grasp of tight skin around skin and Elijah�s small jerk. Orlando wrapped his free hand around Elijah�s straining red cock, grip firm and thumb sliding over the head. Elijah made a strangled sound, his entire body tensing against Orlando�s. Orlando stabbed his tongue against the dark navel, lick-biting his way in again and again across sensitive skin and moved the long finger again, deep and careful in Elijah�s heat. Stroked the fist around his cock once. Twice.
Elijah howled and bucked under Orlando, hips ratcheting quick hard up down. Orlando felt the sudden rippling grip of muscle around his finger, the hotsharpwet of come against his chin and Elijah�s leg flung out, then lifted wrapped tight, heel digging into the curve of Orlando�s shoulder as he bucked, and bucked again.
Orlando lay breathless and still against Elijah�s stomach, the fading sizzle of Elijah�s come cooling under his chin and over the back of his hand, his finger still buried deep, trapped tight by the barely fluttering ring of muscle.
Elijah�s leg slid off Orlando�s shoulder and landed with a soft thud against the sleeping bag. Orlando�s finger slid free.
Elijah sucked in a deep breath and released an enormous, audible sigh, his voice hazy with pleasure. �Damn, there�s something about you touching me that breaks me every time.� He felt Orlando smile against his stomach and reached down to tug on the curve of an ear. �C�mere.�
Orlando crawled up Elijah, face still glowing, hard and vibrating on a low hum. Elijah tugged Orlando�s head down and kissed him, licking all around his lips before the low growl in Orlando�s chest made him smile and he licked his way inside.
After a moment, Orlando pulled back, braced on one elbow. �I�ve got to�uh�I�ll be right back.� He patted a wide-eyed Elijah awkwardly on the chest, scrambled backwards and clambered to his feet. Elijah watched as Orlando fumbled one handed in the pocket of his discarded jeans, heard the metal clatter of keys then Orlando�s breathy curse as he stuck his head out of the warm tent into the frigid air and disappeared.
Naked.
Into the night.
Elijah heard the truck alarm beep. A door opened.
Silence.
Then a door closed.
Elijah was propped on his elbow, his expression more than curious as Orlando hopped quickly back into the tent, visibly shivering, his erection struggling against the low temperature. He dropped something quickly to the floor, tucked a travel packet of wet wipes under his arm and finished wiping his hand.
Orlando cleared his throat and dropped the used wipe into a wadded plastic bag. He looked up at Elijah and blushed fiery red. �I�I always bring them camping and I also wanted to get the�uh��
Elijah snorted. �It�s ok, Orli.� He rolled to his back, arms tucked behind his head, smiling. �Though I�m gonna give you hell for weeks about carrying hand wipes in your truck.�
Orlando threw the plastic package at him. Elijah batted it away with a chuckle and lifted the edge of the sleeping bag. �Come on, you look cold.� Elijah looked pointedly at Orlando�s flagging erection.
Orlando shot him the finger but dropped quickly to his hands and knees, crawling between the layers of warm down. Elijah scooted close, hissing as his body made contact with Orlando�s cold form. He pushed Orlando to his back and laid himself full length on the still shivering body. Orlando groaned, wrapped his arms around Elijah�s waist, buried his cold nose in Elijah�s neck and sighed.
Elijah rubbed his hands up and down the still chilly arms. He smiled when he felt the touch against his neck change from a cold nose to a warm mouth. Then a wet tongue. Elijah rubbed back when Orlando�s hips lifted, his thighs dropping apart a few inches as the long body under him pushed up, hard and warm and trembling against him.
Orlando moaned quietly against Elijah�s neck and rubbed again, the familiar and wholly addictive slide of his skin against any part of Elijah re-establishing the rush of blood to his cock. Elijah grinned and slid down, mouthing the warming skin of Orlando�s neck, tongue dragging down along smooth skin until he was circling slowly, around and around an already tight nipple and Orlando was panting under him, trying to catch the lick of Elijah�s mouth with twisting jerks of his shoulders and chest.
Elijah bracketed his teeth on either side of a copper disk and moved his hand between the heated slide of their skin, stroked all five fingers loose and teasing around just the head of Orlando�s rockhardagain cock, pointed the tip of his tongue and flickered back and forth over the hard point between his teeth, biting gently. Orlando hacked out a sound bordering on pain, bucking up into Elijah�s touch with a choked growl, hands digging into the flesh of Elijah�s shoulders.
Orlando�s neck arched back against the slick fabric, fighting and fighting and� �Stoplijstop�I want�stopforasecond, Lij.�
Elijah went slowly still, released Orlando and raised his head.
Orlando was flushed, panting under him, taut and anxious, his entire body vibrating with tension and something approaching fearful excitement. �I�� Orlando licked his lips and swallowed. �Would it be ok if you did the same thing to me�that I did to you? Before?�
�What?� Elijah sounded lost.
Orlando�s entire body was red. �With my finger. And your��
�Oh.� Elijah�s voice was very quiet. He sat back on his heels, hands clasped in his lap, staring at Orlando. No. No. Nonononononono.
And did I mention, um no?
Elijah sat frozen, unable to speak, caught between his earlier nightmare and the hot rush of desire sparked by Orlando�s awkward request. One finger could lead to two. And two definitely led to other things. Eventually.
The longer Elijah didn�t answer the more worried Orlando got. He sat up and laid his hands gently on Elijah�s knees, his legs spread wide, barely controlled the low keen of sound when his already-slick-headed cock rubbed against his own skin. �Lij? I don�t want you to fuck me right now, if that�s what you�re thinking. I don�t think we�re�I�m ready for that. Not yet. But��
Elijah flinched at the words, his eyes closing.
Orlando moved his hands away, not understanding. He swallowed, his voice shattered. �You don�t want to?�
�I dreamed that I was raping you.�
Orlando blinked. �What?� It came out as a squeak.
Elijah opened his eyes. �Last night. I had a nightmare. That I was raping you. It was horrible.�
Orlando snorted. �That�s crazy. It was just a dream, Lij.�
Elijah didn�t respond.
Orlando tried again. �Is that why you won�t�do this? You think you�ll hurt me?�
Elijah tried the reasonable approach. �We don�t have any lube, Orli.�
Orlando snorted again, raising a dark brow. �We didn�t have any earlier when my finger was in your ass, and you didn�t seem to mind for the whole twenty seconds it took for you to come. I wanna know what that�s like.� Orlando leaned to the side, reaching around Elijah.
Elijah frowned. �That was diff�� He stopped when Orlando sat back up in front of him, his expression fierce.
�Here.� Orlando grabbed Elijah�s hand, slapped a tube of Wet into it and flopped onto his stomach, wincing as he adjusted his never-ending hard on and spread his legs. He dropped his head to his crossed arms and peered over his shoulder at Elijah. �Chicken.�
Elijah blinked. �Where did you��
�I don�t think that�s important at this juncture.
�But��
�Elijah.�
�What?�
�Are you gonna help me out here? Or am I gonna have to take care of this myself?� Orlando slid one arm under his body, raising an eyebrow in challenge.
If you�ll let me watch it sounds tempti�Elijah shook himself, and stared at the tube, stared at a naked, ass-up, leg sprawled Orlando leering at him from across eighteen inches of suddenly stifling tent.
He called me chicken.
Elijah sniffed and shuffled forward, flipping open the cap on the bottle of lube.
Orlando bit his lower lip and looked away, relieved and thrilled and only not terrified because he was so hard he couldn�t see straight. The though of Elijah doing that to him made waves of heat roll down the back of his spine, alternately nauseous and turned on.
He flinched when he felt the hand on his lower back, then craned his neck over his shoulder when he felt Elijah go still and silent. �What�s wrong now?�
�You�re�stunning. Like this.�
Orlando bit the inside of his mouth to control the instinctive writhe of pleasure coursing through his blood. He pressed down hard against the soft sleeping bag.
�I mean, not that you�re not totally beautiful every second of every day, and that�s kind of annoying and great at the same time, but right now. At this moment. You are just�perfect.�
Orlando blushed, then giggled. �You just wanna fuck me in the ass.�
Elijah snorted and smacked him on one round cheek. �Hey!� Orlando jerked against the sleeping bag, his fingers tightening around the edge of the sleeping bag, hips ratcheting involuntarily. The smack had been gentle, but the heat from Elijah�s palm still lingered.
They both froze, completely aware, completely disturbed and maybe just a little bit aroused by the moment.
Elijah finally cleared his throat. �I think�we�re definitely a few years from that. How about you?�
Orlando nodded shakily. �Uh, yeah. Definitely.�
�Definitely.� Elijah nodded and scooted closer until he was pressed half-sitting against Orlando�s side. He poured too much over two fingers and held them away from Orlando, rubbing them together. He poured some more for good measure, not caring that the drops smeared the top of the sleeping bag. �Are you sure?�
Orlando craned his head around again in impatience. �Just do it already, Lij� oh.� Orlando shifted, spreading his legs a bit wider.
�Are you ok?�
�Dude, you�re not even in ye�oh. That�s�� Orlando dropped his head to his arms, breathing in sharply through his nose.
�Tell me if I�m��
�Shut up and keep�ohgod. I�m not sure��
�We could do this�later.� Elijah�s voice was a whisper. He was staring at the strangely incredible sight of his finger buried past the second knuckle between the round perfection of Orlando�s ass. Elijah carefully turned his hand.
Orlando tensed, fingers tightening in the nylon and down. Elijah�s heart was beating a lub dub drum in his chest, a bead of sweat wandering down his temple. He curled his finger, pushing as deep as he could, knowing what to feel for, not knowing what�
Orlando gasped and his head jerked up, neck arched. �Whatthefuck�was that? My?�
�Yesss.� Elijah felt the insane vice around his finger relax for a moment and curled it again, pulled back stroking soft and slow.
�Holyshit�� Orlando moaned and met the next barelymovingthings push pull of Elijah�s finger, pushing back against it. Another moan.
Elijah licked his lips and stroked again. Orlando alternately tensed, relaxed then moaned, fingers curled so tight they wrinkled nylon. Every insanely slow push pull of Elijah�s finger got gradually easier, sliding almost freely but still tight.
�Jesus, Lij�it feels�� Orlando moaned again and arched, pushing back and up into the touch. �I�I have to get up. I can�t��
Elijah paused, finger still buried. �What? Should I sto�oh God.�
Orlando settled onto his hands and knees and reached between his legs, fist wrapping tight around his red hard cock, swaying hard and slick-tipped between his thighs. It pulsed in time with the stroke of Elijah�s gentle finger.
Elijah moaned and scrabbled one handed for the bottle of Wet. �No, wait�let me�� He awkwardly squeezed, spilled, cursed and scooped up enough to slick his palm, rubbed fingers together and scooted behind Orlando, reaching around.
Orlando�s head hung between his shoulders, a sheen of sweat making the skin of his long black glow in the moonlight. Elijah slid slick fingers under Orlando�s hand, and Orlando�s palm slapped back to the bag with a growl, neck arching up as Elijah wrapped his fist around his cock and started a firm, awkward stroke in counterpoint to the gradually moving slick of his finger inside.
Orlando jerked sideways with every stroke, in and around, choking on what would have been keens of unbearable sensation if he could have found anything but the pounding onslaught of orgasm. Orlando spread his knees wider, dropping towards the ground. Elijah followed awkwardly, tightening his fist, lengthening his stroke and rubbing harder in the tighter and tighter clench of heated muscle.
Orlando jerked a hand up to cup the head of his cock, howling low and uncontrollably as he pumped his hips, coming in slow, mind-blowing pulses, his body turned inside out as each spasm started from behind and inside and roared out through his cock. He collapsed onto one shoulder not quite through the spasms, sucking in deep breaths to accommodate the repeated shudder of his body.
Elijah followed him down, curling around the long back, finger pushed deep and hand curled tight, rippling fingers to help extend the sharp moaning jerks of Orlando�s body.
Elijah breathed into the curve of Orlando�s neck for uncountable minutes. He felt Orlando�s body go gradually liquid against his and unwrapped his cramped hand. Orlando made a low, breathy sound when Elijah pulled his finger out and away.
Elijah scooted over as Orlando flopped to his back, arms splayed across the mangled sleeping bags.
Elijah grinned and rolled towards the side of the tent, scrabbling in the pile of clothes for the package of wet wipes. He wiped his hand, then placed one in Orlando�s come-covered palm.
Orlando�s fingers tightened on the cloth, but he didn�t move. Elijah sighed and wiped Orlando�s hand clean as well.
Orlando finally sucked in a huge breath and let out a mighty sigh. He sat up, rubbing a hand through his hair as he searched for the edge of the sleeping bag and flipped the warm down back over their cooling bodies. He rolled to his side and looked at Elijah.
Elijah looked extremely pleased with himself.
Orlando grinned and leaned forward, pressing a hard kiss to Elijah�s damp mouth. �Cocky bastard.�
Elijah shook a finger at him. �Don�t start with the chicken thing again. You should know better.�
Orlando tackled him, blowing raspberries into the most recently learned, most ticklish places.
