|Friday, April 27th, 2007|
|Saturday, March 31st, 2007|
Title: Misunderstood 6
Author: Molly (spillingvelvet
Pairing: Orlando Bloom/Elijah Wood
Rating: SUPER-SPICY NOT FOR CHILDREN AT ALL.
Summary: Elijah was on the case!
Disclaimer: I am in no way affiliated with the characters represented in these stories, nor do I make any money in the stories creation.
A/N: Beta by the miraculous abundantlyqueer
and the majestic talesinbloom
. I am sure several of you out there assumed this was dead in the water, and I am truly sorry for the length of time between these final chapters. This series is essentially complete, but I reserve the right to add bits at any point in the nebulous future. SO THERE. If you are unfamiliar with this story, the links to all the rest of the chapters are listed at the end of this.Part Six Current Mood: accomplished
|Tuesday, February 13th, 2007|
|Sunday, February 4th, 2007|
author's note: ew/ob, pornographic, au. elijah could be underage, depending on how you interpret the title. take care, viggo said. the water is safe enough, but some strange things wash up in the surf. ( California, 1998Collapse )
|Saturday, February 3rd, 2007|
in honor of saturday night's main dish...
"You made pork?"
"For me to eat?"
"That's the plan."
Elijah's eyelids lowered. He moved closer to the range where Orlando stood, dribbling steaming juice over the loin. His chest stopped just inches from his lover's arm. He looked up through hooded lashes at Orlando's profile.
"I like a hot pork."
Orlando turned his attention away from the dish to take in younger boy. His brown eyes locked with the swirling depths of ocean blue. The clank echoed in the kitchen as he quickly rested the spoon onto the dish. For a moment, the meal was abandoned. He quirked his lips, and brought his mouth within a shallow breath of Elijah's bow lips. A shaky sigh is released from the smaller boy. Orlando's smile widens.
"I'm aware. That's why we won't be eating till later."
A little bit of the adore verse for our orlijah conclave moot!
Orlijah, R for language, unbetad, sorry... ( Read more...Collapse )
drabble, written on talesinbloom
's computer, with the
prompt of "cape" from her and abundantlyqueer
"Oh My God." Orli stared. Blinked. Twice. "Where did you get that?"
Elijah grinned wickedly, shifting to make the white fabric of the cape ripple. "It's last year's Drum Major uniform. I stole it from Billy." He shifted again, noticing the way Orli's eyes followed the move. "Do you like it?"
"Do I like it?" Orli repeated, incredulous. "Why are you checking your mail
while wearing a cape
Elijah raised his eyebrows. "Is there something else I should be doing?"
"I have a few ideas," Orli admitted, finally regaining the ability to move in order to drag Elijah home by tail of his cape.
Elijah gropes through mists for cigarettes. Behind the pounding of his hangover is a nebulous thought, elusive as a wriggling minnow. Something about - loud music. Sloppy kisses. Searching fingers. Lots of friction. Holy shit.
He heaves himself up, looking cautiously around. No sign of anyone else - no used condom, discarded clothes, empty booze bottles. OK, just a dream. A mind-blowing, orgasmic wish-fulfillment.
Settling back against the pillow, he thoughtfully lights up.
Sure had felt real, though. God, I'm pathetic.
His puff turns into choking.
Orlando, all long sleek naked
tan limbs, dangles leather cuffs. "Ready for another go?"