Genius In Bed
Title: Genius In Bed
Rating: R for a little something at the end.
Pairing: Elijah/Orlando
Disclaimer: No I don't own them, yes it is made up.
Feedback: Any feedback at all is welcome. :)
Note: Written for orlijah_month 2009 prompt 5 - Genius or Prodigy Orlijah
April 1999
"Little Elijah Wood next door is going to boarding school."
Orlando yawned - he was at the kitchen table, working his way through GCSE maths practice papers. His mother was chopping onions for the cottage pie for dinner and giving him a rundown of the days gossip, heard between a run to the supermarket and collecting Orlando from school.
"Really?" he said, faking interest.
"Yes," his mother answered. "Turns out he has an IQ of 146, Debbie said."
"Is that high?" Orlando asked.
"I think so. So now he's getting sent to a boarding school for gifted children."
Orlando thought vaguely of the ten year old who lived next door - Elijah Wood had never shown any signs of intelligence on the odd occasion Orlando had babysat. In fact, he had always struck Orlando as a particularly clumsy child - he often bumped into things and was always falling over.
"Hm," he said doubtfully, and turned back to his algebra.
***
September 2005
"...and he's going to Oxford or Cambridge next year. He hasn't decided which one yet."
Orlando came home from his job at an advertising firm one sunny evening to find his mother sitting at the table sipping tea with Debbie Wood.
"Hi, Orli," his mother said. "Cup of tea?"
"Yeah, thanks." Orlando sat down. "Hi, Debbie, how are you?"
"Fine, fine. I'm just telling your mum about Elijah's applications to university."
Orlando frowned slightly. "He's only 15. Isn't he?"
Debbie smiled proudly. "He is, yes. He wants to be an open heart surgeon."
"Isn't he too young?"
Debbie's smile, if possible, grew a little wider. "He's bright enough to go now, they said. So he's going."
***
January 2009
"...there's an opening in Cambridge, Bloom. For promotion. We would very much like you to take it."
Orlando paused on his way out, looked up at Mr Jackson, his employer. "Me, sir?"
"Yes, you, Bloom." Mr Jackson gave him a rare smile - not what Orlando would count as a smile coming from anyone else, but from Mr Jackson, it was positively a sunbeam through grey clouds. "We've all been impressed with your work here in the last number of years. I suppose you yourself wouldn't mind a change of scenery and a bit of a pay rise, would you?"
"No, Mr Jackson." Orlando grinned and left the office for lunch.
***
February 2009
"So this is it." His mother had helped him move into a small apartment in Cambridge in preparation for the start of his promotion. "I'll see you soon, then."
"I'll come up and see you next Sunday," Orlando said, hugging her.
"Right, then. Goodbye, Orli." She kissed his cheek. "I'll miss you."
She left, and about 5 minutes later Orlando heard the door of the flat next door open. Then he heard a knock on his own door. He opened it and got a shock to see a familiar face, albeit older than he remembered, looking back.
"Hi," Elijah Wood said, voice surprised. "Orlando?"
"Yeah. Hey, Elijah." Orlando stood back to let Elijah in. "I haven't seen you in ages! Don't tell me you live next
door."
"Welll, I rent next door," Elijah said, with a smile. He had grown into his features, Orlando registered absently. He had been a strange-looking child - too pale, eyes too big - but now his features all seemed to fit him. "Are you living here now?"
"Yeah," Orlando said. "What are you doing with yourself? You're at Cambridge, aren't you?"
"I'm finished, actually," Elijah said. "I finished last year. I'm a surgeon now." He eyed Orlando curiously. "What about you?"
Orlando tried vaguely to think how old Elijah was, while he answered, "Deputy Division Manager of Albert Advertising."
"Wow," Elijah said. "And that's...in Cambridge?"
"Yeah," Orlando said. He glanced around. "Sorry - I'd offer you a cup of tea and a sit down or something, but my furniture's not here yet."
"You could come next door," Elijah offered.
"Sure," Orlando said, and followed him in.
Elijah's flat was small and cosy, and Orlando sat on the edge of a leather sofa.
"Tea? Coffee?" Elijah asked, going for the kitchen. The flat had the same basic layout of rooms as Orlando's.
"Tea, please." Orlando got up and followed him in. Elijah was shorter than he was, by about half a head, and very slimly built. He was wearing a perfectly fitting suit, with the tie loosened a bit and the jacket off.
"Milk? Sugar?"
"Milk, please."
Elijah handed him his cup. "How's your mother keeping?"
"She's fine, thanks," Orlando said, nodding and taking a sip. "Elijah, if you don't mind me asking, how old are you now?"
"19," Elijah said, a hint of defiance in his large blue eyes. "How old are you?"
"25." Orlando leaned back against the work surfaces.
Elijah perched on the work top, sipping his tea. The steam brought a flush to his pale cheeks. "Have you ever been to Cambridge before?" he asked.
"No," Orlando said. "First time this afternoon."
"I could show you round tomorrow, if you like."
Orlando glanced up from his mug - Elijah was studiously not meeting his eyes.
"That'd be nice," he said, grinning to himself.
***
He was already dressed and waiting when Elijah knocked his door at 10.30 the next morning. Orlando opened it.
"Hello!" Elijah said cheerfully. "Oh, you're up already. I didn't know whether you wanted to sleep in or not, so I thought 10.30 was a good middle ground." He waited for Orlando to throw on his coat and they walked
downstairs instead of taking the lift. "I hope you don't mind buses."
"Not at all," Orlando said pleasantly.
They waited at a bus stop for 5 minutes until a double decker pulled up.
"Ask for a day ticket," Elijah said, letting Orlando go first. Orlando paid and chose a seat, while Elijah fumbled through his pockets, looking for loose change. The old lady in front of Orlando shifted restlessly, opening her hand bag and checking the time on a pocket watch. Elijah triumphantly turned out a couple of pound coins, about 3 minutes later, and got his ticket. He came to sit next to Orlando as the bus started moving again, staggering slightly as it did so.
"Ok there?" Orlando said, slightly teasingly.
Elijah folded his ticket and put it into his pocket indignantly. "It didn't take that long."
Orlando smirked and looked out of the window.
They reached the town centre and Orlando said, "When do we get off?"
"Get off?" Elijah repeated blankly, then glanced out of Orlando's window. "Oh, we missed our stop!" He rang the bell next to his seat and got up, making his way unsteadily to the front. The conductor stopped at the red light and let them off.
***
"Let's go for some lunch or something," Orlando said, at about 1. "I'm starving."
Elijah nodded. "What do you want to eat?"
"Well, there's a sandwich shop," Orlando said, pointing down the street.
"Oh, no, not in there," Elijah said hastily, gripping his elbow and pulling him back. "An ex of mine works in there, I try and avoid him as much as possible."
Orlando gave a bemused smile and let Elijah lead him back the way they'd come. "Him?"
Elijah looked up at him sideways. "Something wrong with that?"
"Not at all," Orlando said with a grin, and felt free to study Elijah in a bit more detail.
***
"I really enjoyed that tour, thanks," Orlando said as they took the lift up to their flats.
"Any time," Elijah said brightly. They got out and stood in the corridor for a moment. "You were fun to be with."
"Yeah, you too." Orlando ran his hand through his dark curls, and was satisfied to see Elijah's eyes follow it. "How about we go for a drink or something?"
"When? I don't really go out during the week when I'm working," Elijah said.
"Well, that's OK. How about Friday, then?"
Elijah nodded. "Suits me. Thanks."
***
Orlando knocked on Elijah's door at 7.30 on Friday evening.
Elijah opened it - he was already changed, in a pair of nicely fitting jeans and a long-sleeved t-shirt.
"Hi," he said. "One moment, let me just get my..." He trailed off, going back inside. Orlando followed, and
waited in the small living room for Elijah to appear.
"Ready?" he asked, pulling on his coat.
"Yep," Orlando said, leading the way out and waiting for Elijah to lock the door. "I'm afraid you're going to have to pick somewhere though - I don't know what there is in Cambridge."
"Well, the usual, I guess," Elijah said. "Pubs, clubs - though they'll be open later..."
"How's a pub with you? You have a local or something?"
It was freezing out - their breath left steam in the air as Elijah nodded. "Yeah - it's nice in there, actually. Have you eaten yet?"
"Nah, I thought we might get something." Orlando pulled up his collar against the cold.
"Here." Elijah unwrapped his scarf and handed it to Orlando.
"What? No, you keep it, I'm fine."
Elijah rolled his eyes. "My collar comes up higher than yours. Just put it on, would you? You'll catch a chill."
"Is that true? Medically, I mean." Orlando, half-joking, wrapped the scarf round his neck. It smelled vaguely
like coffee, aftershave and a different scent that he couldn't identify. "Thanks, anyway."
"No problem," Elijah said. "And yes, it is medically true."
They reached a small pub and went in. Elijah headed straight for the bar. "What are you having?" he asked Orlando.
"Erm, whatever they have. Carlsberg, anything."
Elijah ordered two pints and carried them over to a small table near the back.
"It is nice in here," Orlando said, sipping his beer.
Elijah nodded in agreement. The barman obviously recognised him - Orlando wouldn't have served alcohol to someone who looked as young as Elijah did. Elijah nudged a small menu card towards Orlando.
"Cheers," Orlando said, looking down it.
***
Three pints, a large helping of lasagne and apple pie and cream later, Elijah seemed tired and a little drunk. It was getting up on 10 o'clock, Orlando realised.
"Are you ready to go home?" he asked Elijah. "I'm ready if you are."
Elijah gazed at him glassy eyed for a moment, processing what he was saying. "I'm good," he said eventually. "I don't mind."
"Come on then, lets make a move," Orlando said, standing up. Elijah followed him more slowly and less steadily, with a yawn.
"Thanks, Jim," he called to the barman as they left.
"What do you normally do on a Friday?" Orlando asked, as they went outside. The sudden rush of icy air sobered Elijah immediately.
"Not much. Come down here for a drink, usually."
"Oh, sorry - do you do a regular thing with friends?"
Elijah looked up at him sideways - Orlando noticed for the first time how long his eyelashes were.
"I don't really have many friends," he said, blushing a bit. "That sounds really pathetic, doesn't it?" He gave
a casual laugh.
"Oh. Sorry." They walked for a moment in silence. "You've got me," Orlando said at last.
Elijah huffed out a laugh, the cloud of steam rising in front of his face. "Thanks."
They reached the flats and took the lift.
"That was fun," Orlando said, waiting for Elijah to find his key.
"Yeah," Elijah agreed. "We should do that again."
Orlando nodded. "Definitely."
There was a moment of silence. Elijah seemed to be waiting for something - he had the key in the lock but was making no moves to turn it.
"What's wrong?" Orlando asked.
"Hey," Elijah said, as though Orlando hadn't just asked a question. "You reckon we could consider that a
date?"
Orlando grinned. "If you want to, I suppose we could."
"Well," Elijah said, eyes sparkling mischievously, "only if you want to."
"In that case," Orlando said, and pretended to consider it. "In that case, yeah, that was a date."
"First dates end in kisses," Elijah said, moving closer.
Orlando, feeling his mouth go embarrassingly dry and his hands go embarrassingly wet, made a small noise just before Elijah's lips closed on his.
***
April 2009
"Hey, Lijah?"
"What?"
"What's the medical term for fucking?"
Elijah, who was lying on his back with his head on Orlando's bare chest, rolled onto his stomach to look him in the eye.
"Does it matter?" he asked with a smile and a sparkle in his eyes.
"Not really. I just want to know. And you're the genius round here."
Elijah laughed at that, and his breath skated over Orlando's nipples. "I don't know. Intercourse?" He shrugged.
Orlando patted his bottom gently. "There must be a more medical term than that. Something Latin,
probably."
Elijah snorted. Orlando grinned as he felt Elijah begin to harden again against his thigh.
"Slow down," he said, amused, and kissed Elijah. Elijah groaned into the kiss and arched up, onto all fours.
"For this," he said, touching Orlando's cock, hardening too, "I diagnose bed rest, and I advise you to keep warm. We wouldn't want you catching a chill. I think I can recommend a good place to put it."
Orlando hardened a little more, and raised an eyebrow. "Go on the, Doctor, what do you have in mind?"
Elijah straddled Orlando's hips, slowly lowering himself dry onto Orlando's cock. Orlando groaned as he was embedded in velvety heat. "That seemed to do the trick," he said, a little breathlessly, and rocked on Orlando's hips.
It took just 20 minutes to reach completion. Orlando opened his eyes to see Elijah sliding off his hips and flopping limply down next to him. He wrapped his arm round Elijah's waist. Elijah replied with a small sigh as Orlando closed his eyes again.
"You're an absolute genius in bed," Orlando heard a quiet voice next to him say, followed by a soft snore.
Rating: R for a little something at the end.
Pairing: Elijah/Orlando
Disclaimer: No I don't own them, yes it is made up.
Feedback: Any feedback at all is welcome. :)
Note: Written for orlijah_month 2009 prompt 5 - Genius or Prodigy Orlijah
April 1999
"Little Elijah Wood next door is going to boarding school."
Orlando yawned - he was at the kitchen table, working his way through GCSE maths practice papers. His mother was chopping onions for the cottage pie for dinner and giving him a rundown of the days gossip, heard between a run to the supermarket and collecting Orlando from school.
"Really?" he said, faking interest.
"Yes," his mother answered. "Turns out he has an IQ of 146, Debbie said."
"Is that high?" Orlando asked.
"I think so. So now he's getting sent to a boarding school for gifted children."
Orlando thought vaguely of the ten year old who lived next door - Elijah Wood had never shown any signs of intelligence on the odd occasion Orlando had babysat. In fact, he had always struck Orlando as a particularly clumsy child - he often bumped into things and was always falling over.
"Hm," he said doubtfully, and turned back to his algebra.
***
September 2005
"...and he's going to Oxford or Cambridge next year. He hasn't decided which one yet."
Orlando came home from his job at an advertising firm one sunny evening to find his mother sitting at the table sipping tea with Debbie Wood.
"Hi, Orli," his mother said. "Cup of tea?"
"Yeah, thanks." Orlando sat down. "Hi, Debbie, how are you?"
"Fine, fine. I'm just telling your mum about Elijah's applications to university."
Orlando frowned slightly. "He's only 15. Isn't he?"
Debbie smiled proudly. "He is, yes. He wants to be an open heart surgeon."
"Isn't he too young?"
Debbie's smile, if possible, grew a little wider. "He's bright enough to go now, they said. So he's going."
***
January 2009
"...there's an opening in Cambridge, Bloom. For promotion. We would very much like you to take it."
Orlando paused on his way out, looked up at Mr Jackson, his employer. "Me, sir?"
"Yes, you, Bloom." Mr Jackson gave him a rare smile - not what Orlando would count as a smile coming from anyone else, but from Mr Jackson, it was positively a sunbeam through grey clouds. "We've all been impressed with your work here in the last number of years. I suppose you yourself wouldn't mind a change of scenery and a bit of a pay rise, would you?"
"No, Mr Jackson." Orlando grinned and left the office for lunch.
***
February 2009
"So this is it." His mother had helped him move into a small apartment in Cambridge in preparation for the start of his promotion. "I'll see you soon, then."
"I'll come up and see you next Sunday," Orlando said, hugging her.
"Right, then. Goodbye, Orli." She kissed his cheek. "I'll miss you."
She left, and about 5 minutes later Orlando heard the door of the flat next door open. Then he heard a knock on his own door. He opened it and got a shock to see a familiar face, albeit older than he remembered, looking back.
"Hi," Elijah Wood said, voice surprised. "Orlando?"
"Yeah. Hey, Elijah." Orlando stood back to let Elijah in. "I haven't seen you in ages! Don't tell me you live next
door."
"Welll, I rent next door," Elijah said, with a smile. He had grown into his features, Orlando registered absently. He had been a strange-looking child - too pale, eyes too big - but now his features all seemed to fit him. "Are you living here now?"
"Yeah," Orlando said. "What are you doing with yourself? You're at Cambridge, aren't you?"
"I'm finished, actually," Elijah said. "I finished last year. I'm a surgeon now." He eyed Orlando curiously. "What about you?"
Orlando tried vaguely to think how old Elijah was, while he answered, "Deputy Division Manager of Albert Advertising."
"Wow," Elijah said. "And that's...in Cambridge?"
"Yeah," Orlando said. He glanced around. "Sorry - I'd offer you a cup of tea and a sit down or something, but my furniture's not here yet."
"You could come next door," Elijah offered.
"Sure," Orlando said, and followed him in.
Elijah's flat was small and cosy, and Orlando sat on the edge of a leather sofa.
"Tea? Coffee?" Elijah asked, going for the kitchen. The flat had the same basic layout of rooms as Orlando's.
"Tea, please." Orlando got up and followed him in. Elijah was shorter than he was, by about half a head, and very slimly built. He was wearing a perfectly fitting suit, with the tie loosened a bit and the jacket off.
"Milk? Sugar?"
"Milk, please."
Elijah handed him his cup. "How's your mother keeping?"
"She's fine, thanks," Orlando said, nodding and taking a sip. "Elijah, if you don't mind me asking, how old are you now?"
"19," Elijah said, a hint of defiance in his large blue eyes. "How old are you?"
"25." Orlando leaned back against the work surfaces.
Elijah perched on the work top, sipping his tea. The steam brought a flush to his pale cheeks. "Have you ever been to Cambridge before?" he asked.
"No," Orlando said. "First time this afternoon."
"I could show you round tomorrow, if you like."
Orlando glanced up from his mug - Elijah was studiously not meeting his eyes.
"That'd be nice," he said, grinning to himself.
***
He was already dressed and waiting when Elijah knocked his door at 10.30 the next morning. Orlando opened it.
"Hello!" Elijah said cheerfully. "Oh, you're up already. I didn't know whether you wanted to sleep in or not, so I thought 10.30 was a good middle ground." He waited for Orlando to throw on his coat and they walked
downstairs instead of taking the lift. "I hope you don't mind buses."
"Not at all," Orlando said pleasantly.
They waited at a bus stop for 5 minutes until a double decker pulled up.
"Ask for a day ticket," Elijah said, letting Orlando go first. Orlando paid and chose a seat, while Elijah fumbled through his pockets, looking for loose change. The old lady in front of Orlando shifted restlessly, opening her hand bag and checking the time on a pocket watch. Elijah triumphantly turned out a couple of pound coins, about 3 minutes later, and got his ticket. He came to sit next to Orlando as the bus started moving again, staggering slightly as it did so.
"Ok there?" Orlando said, slightly teasingly.
Elijah folded his ticket and put it into his pocket indignantly. "It didn't take that long."
Orlando smirked and looked out of the window.
They reached the town centre and Orlando said, "When do we get off?"
"Get off?" Elijah repeated blankly, then glanced out of Orlando's window. "Oh, we missed our stop!" He rang the bell next to his seat and got up, making his way unsteadily to the front. The conductor stopped at the red light and let them off.
***
"Let's go for some lunch or something," Orlando said, at about 1. "I'm starving."
Elijah nodded. "What do you want to eat?"
"Well, there's a sandwich shop," Orlando said, pointing down the street.
"Oh, no, not in there," Elijah said hastily, gripping his elbow and pulling him back. "An ex of mine works in there, I try and avoid him as much as possible."
Orlando gave a bemused smile and let Elijah lead him back the way they'd come. "Him?"
Elijah looked up at him sideways. "Something wrong with that?"
"Not at all," Orlando said with a grin, and felt free to study Elijah in a bit more detail.
***
"I really enjoyed that tour, thanks," Orlando said as they took the lift up to their flats.
"Any time," Elijah said brightly. They got out and stood in the corridor for a moment. "You were fun to be with."
"Yeah, you too." Orlando ran his hand through his dark curls, and was satisfied to see Elijah's eyes follow it. "How about we go for a drink or something?"
"When? I don't really go out during the week when I'm working," Elijah said.
"Well, that's OK. How about Friday, then?"
Elijah nodded. "Suits me. Thanks."
***
Orlando knocked on Elijah's door at 7.30 on Friday evening.
Elijah opened it - he was already changed, in a pair of nicely fitting jeans and a long-sleeved t-shirt.
"Hi," he said. "One moment, let me just get my..." He trailed off, going back inside. Orlando followed, and
waited in the small living room for Elijah to appear.
"Ready?" he asked, pulling on his coat.
"Yep," Orlando said, leading the way out and waiting for Elijah to lock the door. "I'm afraid you're going to have to pick somewhere though - I don't know what there is in Cambridge."
"Well, the usual, I guess," Elijah said. "Pubs, clubs - though they'll be open later..."
"How's a pub with you? You have a local or something?"
It was freezing out - their breath left steam in the air as Elijah nodded. "Yeah - it's nice in there, actually. Have you eaten yet?"
"Nah, I thought we might get something." Orlando pulled up his collar against the cold.
"Here." Elijah unwrapped his scarf and handed it to Orlando.
"What? No, you keep it, I'm fine."
Elijah rolled his eyes. "My collar comes up higher than yours. Just put it on, would you? You'll catch a chill."
"Is that true? Medically, I mean." Orlando, half-joking, wrapped the scarf round his neck. It smelled vaguely
like coffee, aftershave and a different scent that he couldn't identify. "Thanks, anyway."
"No problem," Elijah said. "And yes, it is medically true."
They reached a small pub and went in. Elijah headed straight for the bar. "What are you having?" he asked Orlando.
"Erm, whatever they have. Carlsberg, anything."
Elijah ordered two pints and carried them over to a small table near the back.
"It is nice in here," Orlando said, sipping his beer.
Elijah nodded in agreement. The barman obviously recognised him - Orlando wouldn't have served alcohol to someone who looked as young as Elijah did. Elijah nudged a small menu card towards Orlando.
"Cheers," Orlando said, looking down it.
***
Three pints, a large helping of lasagne and apple pie and cream later, Elijah seemed tired and a little drunk. It was getting up on 10 o'clock, Orlando realised.
"Are you ready to go home?" he asked Elijah. "I'm ready if you are."
Elijah gazed at him glassy eyed for a moment, processing what he was saying. "I'm good," he said eventually. "I don't mind."
"Come on then, lets make a move," Orlando said, standing up. Elijah followed him more slowly and less steadily, with a yawn.
"Thanks, Jim," he called to the barman as they left.
"What do you normally do on a Friday?" Orlando asked, as they went outside. The sudden rush of icy air sobered Elijah immediately.
"Not much. Come down here for a drink, usually."
"Oh, sorry - do you do a regular thing with friends?"
Elijah looked up at him sideways - Orlando noticed for the first time how long his eyelashes were.
"I don't really have many friends," he said, blushing a bit. "That sounds really pathetic, doesn't it?" He gave
a casual laugh.
"Oh. Sorry." They walked for a moment in silence. "You've got me," Orlando said at last.
Elijah huffed out a laugh, the cloud of steam rising in front of his face. "Thanks."
They reached the flats and took the lift.
"That was fun," Orlando said, waiting for Elijah to find his key.
"Yeah," Elijah agreed. "We should do that again."
Orlando nodded. "Definitely."
There was a moment of silence. Elijah seemed to be waiting for something - he had the key in the lock but was making no moves to turn it.
"What's wrong?" Orlando asked.
"Hey," Elijah said, as though Orlando hadn't just asked a question. "You reckon we could consider that a
date?"
Orlando grinned. "If you want to, I suppose we could."
"Well," Elijah said, eyes sparkling mischievously, "only if you want to."
"In that case," Orlando said, and pretended to consider it. "In that case, yeah, that was a date."
"First dates end in kisses," Elijah said, moving closer.
Orlando, feeling his mouth go embarrassingly dry and his hands go embarrassingly wet, made a small noise just before Elijah's lips closed on his.
***
April 2009
"Hey, Lijah?"
"What?"
"What's the medical term for fucking?"
Elijah, who was lying on his back with his head on Orlando's bare chest, rolled onto his stomach to look him in the eye.
"Does it matter?" he asked with a smile and a sparkle in his eyes.
"Not really. I just want to know. And you're the genius round here."
Elijah laughed at that, and his breath skated over Orlando's nipples. "I don't know. Intercourse?" He shrugged.
Orlando patted his bottom gently. "There must be a more medical term than that. Something Latin,
probably."
Elijah snorted. Orlando grinned as he felt Elijah begin to harden again against his thigh.
"Slow down," he said, amused, and kissed Elijah. Elijah groaned into the kiss and arched up, onto all fours.
"For this," he said, touching Orlando's cock, hardening too, "I diagnose bed rest, and I advise you to keep warm. We wouldn't want you catching a chill. I think I can recommend a good place to put it."
Orlando hardened a little more, and raised an eyebrow. "Go on the, Doctor, what do you have in mind?"
Elijah straddled Orlando's hips, slowly lowering himself dry onto Orlando's cock. Orlando groaned as he was embedded in velvety heat. "That seemed to do the trick," he said, a little breathlessly, and rocked on Orlando's hips.
It took just 20 minutes to reach completion. Orlando opened his eyes to see Elijah sliding off his hips and flopping limply down next to him. He wrapped his arm round Elijah's waist. Elijah replied with a small sigh as Orlando closed his eyes again.
"You're an absolute genius in bed," Orlando heard a quiet voice next to him say, followed by a soft snore.