Rollercoaster
Title: Rollercoaster
Pairing: Elijah/Orlando
Rating: NC17
Disclaimer: No I don't own them, yes this is made up.
Feedback: Any feedback is welcome.
Notes: AU, set in an amusement park. Written for Orlijah_Month 2009, Prompt 27: Amusement Park
Elijah pastes a bright smile on his face and checks the kids on the rollercoaster have their seatbelts on. He can tell already that there will be a few throwing up on this ride - there are six 10 year olds sitting near the back with chocolate round their mouths and packets of half-eaten candyfloss in their pockets. He stands back with a nod to Dom, who works the controls in the booth - how on earth somebody gave Dom a control panel to a potential killer machine remains a mystery to Elijah.
The coaster starts slowly, creaking up the ramp. The kids at the back raise their arms in anticipation, then scream in unison as the train rolls over the hill at a speed of 60 a second.
Elijah shivers and pulls his fleece, with the amusement park's name embroidered across the top pocket, closer around himself. There is a chill in the air but the sun is out. Elijah turns his large blue eyes across the park. He passes over the candyfloss booth where Billy is serving a family of five with pink-cloud-on-a-stick, a weary look on his face - Billy has grown to hate anything sweet, after the initial thrill of sneaking mouthfuls of candyfloss all day. Next to Billy is the Waltzer - it's spinning so fast that Elijah turns his head to the left rather than look at it.
He meets the dark eyes of Orlando, in a temporary moment of calmness on the dodgems. He didn't know Orlando was here today. Orlando chooses his days randomly - last week he came on a Thursday, this week a Monday. Elijah prefers not to puzzle it - Orlando is probably mentally deranged, somewhere along the line. Any bloke in their twenties that feels the need to visit an amusement park alone at least once a week is too crazy for Elijah to handle, despite the fact that even a quick glance at Orlando makes his heart pound a little faster and sends a little rush of blood south.
The coaster has come to a halt. The kids are getting off, looking woozy - two have vomit around their mouths and on their jackets. A few sets of parents throw Elijah filthy looks as they collect their children. Elijah gives them a polite grin in return. His sympathy for greedy children faded long ago.
He helps the next lot of customers to fasten their seatbelts, taking note of Orlando joining the queue for the next ride round. Elijah doesn't allow himself to meet Orlando's eyes. Orlando has never ridden the rollercoaster before.
It seems like seconds before the next set are getting into the little carts. Elijah checks everyone's seatbelts, as usual.
"Just slip that bit through there - yeah, that's it, tighten it a bit." He doesn't realise who he is talking to until he glances up and meets brown eyes.
"Thanks," Orlando says and smiles.
Elijah, to his embarrassment, feels a flush working its way into his face.
"No problem," he says. "Enjoy the ride."
Orlando pats the seat next to him. "Fancy it?"
Elijah's heart skips a beat. He wonders vaguely if Orlando just comes to the amusement park to get laid. He finds he doesn't care.
"Well, I'm not meant to," he says awkwardly. "Erm....oh, what the heck." He slides in next to Orlando and pulls his own seatbelt on. He glances over at the booth. Dom winks and makes a lewd hand gesture. Fucker.
The rollercoaster begins to move. Elijah knows exactly how this thing works by now. He's never liked rollercoasters, though. He likes going up, but he doesn't like the anticlimax at the end. Orlando - he tried to remember how he knows Orlando's name - touches his elbow gently.
"What's your name?" he asks conversationally, as if they were meeting in a more conventional setting that halfway up a 20 foot ramp.
"Elijah," Elijah replies. His voice is beginning to constrict with the wind up here. He realises his thigh is pressed against Orlando. It feels nice. Warm.
"Well, nice to meet you," Orlando says. He offers his hand to Elijah. Elijah glances at it incredulously as the cart tips over the edge and falls downwards, causing a sickening swoop on his belly.
The coaster begin to build speed again from zero, before the loop. Elijah shakes Orlando's hand. Orlando's curls are beautifully windswept.
"Same here," he says, slightly shakily.
Orlando smiles and puts his arm round Elijah's shoulders. Elijah doesn't know why Orlando is doing this, any of this - why he has even asked Elijah onto the rollercoaster in the first place. Elijah snorts at the idea of this as a first date. He makes the most of it, and snuggles into Orlando's side. He's never been shy, and it seems very easy to plant a kiss on Orlando's chin as they turn upside down.
The rollercoaster ends with Orlando pressing his lips against Elijah's and holding the back of his head gently but firmly as their tongues entwine.
"I like you," Orlando says, as they break apart, panting for breath.
Elijah comes to himself a little - the other folks on the ride are getting out and making their way down the steps.
"Come on," he says, and helps Orlando up. His legs feel weak - but he is surprised to notice that he doesn't feel as depressed as normal as he gets off. Maybe it's the fact he has company.
"Wait for me," he half-pleads. "My break's in ten. I want to talk to you."
Orlando nods and smiles, and goes over to the candyfloss stall. Elijah helps the next lot of customers on to the carts, waits until the ride starts, and takes his break seven minutes early.
He joins Orlando, watching the carousel go round.
"Fancy a walk?" Orlando asks.
"Sure," Elijah says. He's still confused, but walks next to Orlando out of the park and down to the beach. The amusement park is a leftover from the thirties, a smallish place in a seaside village that used to be glossy and bright. Now it simply looks gaudy.
The sea wind blows so hard down here that Elijah nearly reels backwards. He holds Orlando's arm for support. The beach is deserted.
"I like you," Orlando says, just as he did earlier.
"You don't know me," Elijah says genially. His voice gets lost a little on the wind and he has to repeat it.
Orlando begins to blush. Elijah gazes at him in slight wonder at his beauty.
"Well..." Orlando says, kicking a small rounded stone with his foot. "I've seen you before. It's kind of a crush."
Elijah feels himself begin to go red too. "Oh. So...you've been coming to the park for months now...because you have a crush on me?"
"Erm...yeah. Thats...Thats the long and short of it, really."
There's a moment of silence.
"I can't decide whether that's creepy or cute," Elijah says.
"Not creepy," Orlando says definitely.
Elijah smiles. "Ok then. Cute."
Orlando pulls him a little closer, and they stroll the length of the beach to the background noise of crashing waves.
"Maybe we can go out some time?" Orlando asks.
"Yeah." Elijah's smile grows some more. "That'd be nice."
They reach the rocks at the end of the beach. Orlando kisses him, long and slow. Elijah twists his fingers briefly in Orlando's hair, then take them lower to rest on the back of Orlando's neck. Orlando shivers.
"Want you," he says gruffly, breaking the kiss.
Elijah glances up at him through his eyelashes. Orlando is hard, pressing against his hip.
"Take me then," he says. It sounds braver than he feels - but even so, he doesn't think, somehow, that Orlando will hurt him. For God's sake, he's been spending money at least once a week. The bloke's entitled to a fuck just for that, in Elijah's book. Elijah isn't a romantic - he's perfectly happy to have anonymous sex now and then with strangers in clubs - and Orlando is more qualified than any of these occasions require. After all, he knows Elijah's name.
Orlando, surprisingly, doesn't move to undo the button on his jeans. Instead he kneels to undo Elijah's.
"You can fuck me if you want," Elijah says - Orlando pulls the jeans down a little and the rush of wind against the inch or so of bare thigh chills Elijah to the bone.
"We'll save that for later," Orlando says, and his voice is soft. He reaches his hand into Elijah's boxers and Elijah, even though he knew it was coming, yelps in surprise as Orlando takes a grip of his cock. He begins to harden.
"Hm," he says, still shivering slightly. "Come on, then."
Orlando lifts the now swollen organ, and balls, out of Elijah's boxers. The wind hits it, and to Elijah's utter dismay, his cock withers with the cold. He begins to blush.
He doesn't have time to feel completely embarrasses, because Orlando takes him into his mouth, which warms Elijah up nicely, while srong hands roll his balls like marbles.
Elijah groans and thrusts his hips forwards. Orlando's mouth is a hot cave, searing his flesh. A nip of teeth right at the root prompts a whine and a mewl. Long tongue soothes the nip, and heat begins to build in Elijah's testicles. He lets out a cry.
"Orlando, I'm going to - stop, I can't - " He isn't making sense. Orlando ignores him and continues - up and down Elijah's shaft, a firm pull of his lips right on the head.
And then, just as Elijah's balls tighten and he feels the pit of his stomach go up in flames with his impending orgasm, Orlando pulls away. Elijah gazes down at his cock, glistening with Orlando's saliva, purple with arousal, standing straight out from his body in the wind like a wind sock.
He comes so hard his cry is almost pained.
Orlando smirks as Elijah sinks to his knees.
"Am I still cute?" he asks cheekily.
Elijah gives a shaky laugh. He isn't cold anymore - his whole body seems to be burning up. He wonders vaguely if this is the closest to 'love at first sight' he's going to get. He pushes rational thought to the back of his mind and, jeans still round his knees and his privates hanging out his boxers, he rolls onto his back, practically offering himself up, and says, "I love you."
As Orlando's body covers his, he whispers right into the shell of Elijah's ear, "Love you too."