Ficlet: Silly (1/1)
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salixbabylonTitle/Prompt: "Silly" from the 28-fics-meme (30 actually)
Pairing: Orlando/Eric for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
gattodoro
Author:salixbabylon
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 949
Disclaimer: Complete fiction. I am implying nothing about the real sexual preferences of the actors herein. Absolutely no disrespect is meant to them.
Eric was rummaging through Orlando's bureau when Orlando found him. He held up the pair of elf ears that he'd found. "I could be an elf."
"You can't be an elf, you idiot," Orlando said, stripping off most of his clothes and collapsing gracelessly onto their bed.
Eric quirked his eyebrows, putting down the ears as he turned around to look at Orlando, long limbs sprawled out. A hungry look crept into his eyes. "I used to do all manner of characters for my variety show."
"Yeah but not an elf. Elves are..." Orlando waved his hands around. "You're just too... big."
Eric's expression hardened as he glanced down at his body. "You calling me fat?" he asked, pulling off his t-shirt and not-so-subtly flexing as he walked over to the bed wearing only a pair of boxer briefs.
Orlando gave him a naughty grin and sat up. He ran his hands appreciatively over the body in question. "I don't see any fat here. I meant you're too big, too muscular to be an elf."
Eric grinned as he pushed Orlando back down, kneeling astride him. "Yeah, I guess you're right. Not willowy, like some people."
"Like some people were," Orlando pointed out, flexing his arms.
"Yup. You're not as willowy as you once were," he said, pressing Orlando's hands down above his head.
"Hey!"
Eric chuckled as he released Orlando's hands, stroking his fingers down to Orlando's firm biceps, then bent down to lick and nip them.
He stopped abruptly and got up. "Maybe I'll be a pirate," he suggested, picking up a nearby sword. "Avast, ye scurvy seaweed monkey!"
Orlando sat up and gave him a look. "Seaweed monkey?"
Eric waved the sword at him. "Don't fuck with the man with the sword, Orlando."
"Right. Sure, Eric," Orlando flopped back down.
"Captain Eric."
"Right, my mistake. Captain Eric. What's this all about anyway?"
"Just tossing around some ideas for that costume party Sean's having this weekend."
"Ah, I see. And you decided you wanted to go as one of my roles? To annoy me or something?" Orlando grumbled from the bed.
"Not completely, though that's an added benefit," Eric agreed, coming back to him. "Thought it would be fun – maybe you could go as the Hulk."
Orlando's face betrayed that he wasn't sure if Eric was kidding or not.
"We could both go as Army boys, I guess," Eric continued, "but that's not a very interesting costume... What else? Maybe a knight... Or a scruffy bushranger..."
Orlando snickered. "How about you go as the prince of Troy?"
"Nah, already done that," Eric sighed, flopping down next to Orlando. "You've been one prince of Troy, you've been them all."
"Ummm... How about a Victorian rentboy?" Orlando wiggled his eyebrows as he rolled on top of Eric. He leaned down to give him a kiss, starting off long and slow and gradually delving deeper until the kiss was wild and had them both hard and breathing fast. Orlando pressed their groins together, erections still separated by pants, humping slowly.
Eric took a moment to recall the conversation, then rolled his eyes. "Only you could make such repressed clothing look whorey... Oh, I know, I could be a boxer!"
Orlando thrust against him again. "I think you'd be missing the point, since you're not a scrawny kid. Plus, I'm not letting you go wandering about in just a pair of satiny boxers and trainers. Topless..."
"Like that, would you?" Eric smiled.
"Mmmhmmm..." Orlando agreed, licking the side of Eric's jaw, making a trail down his neck. "Almost naked... With those big mitt-things, so you can't do anything, can't touch me at all when I start groping you through your silky pants..." Orlando moved back enough to push his hand down Eric's pants to demonstrate.
Eric raised an eyebrow, trying not to moan. "I could punch you."
Orlando froze, his mouth falling open indignantly. "Yeah but you wouldn't, right?"
"I dunno, why don't you try me?" Eric said, the taunt lost as he moaned again when Orlando resumed stroking him.
"Besides," Orlando murmured, "the Calcium Kid's not just your average boxer."
"True. I'd need a milk bottle. And some milk."
"I have a better idea," Orlando said with a mischievous grin, stripping off Eric's briefs.
Eric thrust his cock up into Orlando's hand. "I think I might be able to oblige."
"I suspect the cows don't enjoy being milked as much as you're seeming to."
"Shut up about the fucking cows, Orlando, and Just. Don't. Stop," Eric gasped.
Orlando chuckled as he disobeyed. He was forgiven when he immediately dove down on Eric's cock and started sucking hard and fast. In a gratifyingly short time, Eric was shouting out his orgasm.
Orlando sat up licking his lips. "Doesn't taste like milk, love."
Eric stuck out his tongue. "Too bad for you. I think I want to be a pirate after all. Then I can plunder your booty."
Orlando rolled his eyes and shoved Eric onto his stomach, rubbing his erection against the curve of Eric's ass. "What say I do the plundering of this fine booty right now?"
"Fine," Eric sighed in his best lie-back-and-think-of-England voice, relaxing as Orlando spread his legs and started to push in. "So long as you're prepared to be boarded later."
Orlando groaned and Eric wasn't sure if it was in disgust at the joke or pleasure at sinking his cock into Eric's arse. "No more bad pirate jokes" Orlando said, punctuating each word with a hard thrust, quickly losing control.
"Shiver me timbers," Eric agreed. Orlando's laughter seemed to trigger his climax and they collapsed in a sweaty heap, chuckling wearily until sleep took them.
~end~
Pairing: Orlando/Eric for
gattodoroAuthor:
salixbabylonRating: NC-17
Word Count: 949
Disclaimer: Complete fiction. I am implying nothing about the real sexual preferences of the actors herein. Absolutely no disrespect is meant to them.
Eric was rummaging through Orlando's bureau when Orlando found him. He held up the pair of elf ears that he'd found. "I could be an elf."
"You can't be an elf, you idiot," Orlando said, stripping off most of his clothes and collapsing gracelessly onto their bed.
Eric quirked his eyebrows, putting down the ears as he turned around to look at Orlando, long limbs sprawled out. A hungry look crept into his eyes. "I used to do all manner of characters for my variety show."
"Yeah but not an elf. Elves are..." Orlando waved his hands around. "You're just too... big."
Eric's expression hardened as he glanced down at his body. "You calling me fat?" he asked, pulling off his t-shirt and not-so-subtly flexing as he walked over to the bed wearing only a pair of boxer briefs.
Orlando gave him a naughty grin and sat up. He ran his hands appreciatively over the body in question. "I don't see any fat here. I meant you're too big, too muscular to be an elf."
Eric grinned as he pushed Orlando back down, kneeling astride him. "Yeah, I guess you're right. Not willowy, like some people."
"Like some people were," Orlando pointed out, flexing his arms.
"Yup. You're not as willowy as you once were," he said, pressing Orlando's hands down above his head.
"Hey!"
Eric chuckled as he released Orlando's hands, stroking his fingers down to Orlando's firm biceps, then bent down to lick and nip them.
He stopped abruptly and got up. "Maybe I'll be a pirate," he suggested, picking up a nearby sword. "Avast, ye scurvy seaweed monkey!"
Orlando sat up and gave him a look. "Seaweed monkey?"
Eric waved the sword at him. "Don't fuck with the man with the sword, Orlando."
"Right. Sure, Eric," Orlando flopped back down.
"Captain Eric."
"Right, my mistake. Captain Eric. What's this all about anyway?"
"Just tossing around some ideas for that costume party Sean's having this weekend."
"Ah, I see. And you decided you wanted to go as one of my roles? To annoy me or something?" Orlando grumbled from the bed.
"Not completely, though that's an added benefit," Eric agreed, coming back to him. "Thought it would be fun – maybe you could go as the Hulk."
Orlando's face betrayed that he wasn't sure if Eric was kidding or not.
"We could both go as Army boys, I guess," Eric continued, "but that's not a very interesting costume... What else? Maybe a knight... Or a scruffy bushranger..."
Orlando snickered. "How about you go as the prince of Troy?"
"Nah, already done that," Eric sighed, flopping down next to Orlando. "You've been one prince of Troy, you've been them all."
"Ummm... How about a Victorian rentboy?" Orlando wiggled his eyebrows as he rolled on top of Eric. He leaned down to give him a kiss, starting off long and slow and gradually delving deeper until the kiss was wild and had them both hard and breathing fast. Orlando pressed their groins together, erections still separated by pants, humping slowly.
Eric took a moment to recall the conversation, then rolled his eyes. "Only you could make such repressed clothing look whorey... Oh, I know, I could be a boxer!"
Orlando thrust against him again. "I think you'd be missing the point, since you're not a scrawny kid. Plus, I'm not letting you go wandering about in just a pair of satiny boxers and trainers. Topless..."
"Like that, would you?" Eric smiled.
"Mmmhmmm..." Orlando agreed, licking the side of Eric's jaw, making a trail down his neck. "Almost naked... With those big mitt-things, so you can't do anything, can't touch me at all when I start groping you through your silky pants..." Orlando moved back enough to push his hand down Eric's pants to demonstrate.
Eric raised an eyebrow, trying not to moan. "I could punch you."
Orlando froze, his mouth falling open indignantly. "Yeah but you wouldn't, right?"
"I dunno, why don't you try me?" Eric said, the taunt lost as he moaned again when Orlando resumed stroking him.
"Besides," Orlando murmured, "the Calcium Kid's not just your average boxer."
"True. I'd need a milk bottle. And some milk."
"I have a better idea," Orlando said with a mischievous grin, stripping off Eric's briefs.
Eric thrust his cock up into Orlando's hand. "I think I might be able to oblige."
"I suspect the cows don't enjoy being milked as much as you're seeming to."
"Shut up about the fucking cows, Orlando, and Just. Don't. Stop," Eric gasped.
Orlando chuckled as he disobeyed. He was forgiven when he immediately dove down on Eric's cock and started sucking hard and fast. In a gratifyingly short time, Eric was shouting out his orgasm.
Orlando sat up licking his lips. "Doesn't taste like milk, love."
Eric stuck out his tongue. "Too bad for you. I think I want to be a pirate after all. Then I can plunder your booty."
Orlando rolled his eyes and shoved Eric onto his stomach, rubbing his erection against the curve of Eric's ass. "What say I do the plundering of this fine booty right now?"
"Fine," Eric sighed in his best lie-back-and-think-of-England voice, relaxing as Orlando spread his legs and started to push in. "So long as you're prepared to be boarded later."
Orlando groaned and Eric wasn't sure if it was in disgust at the joke or pleasure at sinking his cock into Eric's arse. "No more bad pirate jokes" Orlando said, punctuating each word with a hard thrust, quickly losing control.
"Shiver me timbers," Eric agreed. Orlando's laughter seemed to trigger his climax and they collapsed in a sweaty heap, chuckling wearily until sleep took them.
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Date: 2006-07-10 11:57 pm (UTC)"I suspect the cows don't enjoy being milked as much as you're seeming to."
and
"So long as you're prepared to be boarded later." Had me laughing so hard my dog came in and just stared at me like, Have you gone mad!?!?!
Thank you! I love these two together!!!!
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Date: 2006-07-11 07:09 pm (UTC)I'm glad you liked it!
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Date: 2006-07-10 11:58 pm (UTC)Jen ;->
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Date: 2006-07-11 07:10 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-07-11 12:06 am (UTC)*busts a fucking gut laughing*
Orlando pressed their groins together, erections still separated by pants, humping slowly.
Why oh why, when it sounds so utterly graceless and juvenile, is humpinggroping you through your silky pants...
Red alert! Red alert! Am about to combust!!
"So long as you're prepared to be boarded later."
*groans* (But in a GOOD way) I like the bad pirate jokes. When Eric and Orlando are getting it on. Try one in real life and I'll make you walk the plank. Hee.
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Date: 2006-07-11 07:11 pm (UTC)It's it funny how hot humping can be? Silly, but.. Yeah.
I'll walk your plank *any* day, baby. ;)
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Date: 2006-07-11 02:21 am (UTC)Thanks, luv!
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Date: 2006-07-11 07:12 pm (UTC)I'm glad you liked it - thank you! *huG*
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Date: 2006-07-11 03:27 am (UTC)Also, your icon is love. *snogs you brethless*
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Date: 2006-07-11 07:16 pm (UTC)Thank you! *snogs you silly*
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Date: 2006-07-11 11:28 pm (UTC)Just back from the "wedding from hell" and this was just the tonic I needed to put some wind back in my sails. The thought of boxer Eric really floats my boat though Orlando as the post Hulk Bruce Banner wearing only shredded trousers could persuade me to put into any port. Alas, with these two, an appearance as both halves of a pantomime cow seems more likely, which would put paid to any chance of frigging in the rigging.
(With apologies for the bad naval analogies and immense gratitude for the fic).
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Date: 2006-07-12 04:05 pm (UTC)*hugs*
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Date: 2006-07-13 10:38 pm (UTC)Laughed my ass off at that. God I love them like this.
thanks!
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