Overheard On A Campsite
Title: Overheard on a Campsite
Pairing: Elijah/Orlando
Rating: R
Disclaimer: No I don't own them, yes this is made up.
Feedback: as always, any is appreciated.
Notes: Written belatedly for orlijah month 2009, Prompt 7 - Eavesdropping
"Camping's sort of fun, isn't it?" Elijah says cheerfully.
Orlando simply grunts and begins to haul their tent out of the car boot. Dom and Billy have already got theirs out and there's no way Orlando's losing this race.
Elijah's getting in his way and being no help whatsoever. "Hey, are we going to cook stuff over a fire?"
"Unless you have an oven in there, yes." Orlando lays the two-person canvas on the ground and folds out the poles.
"Wow," Elijah says reverently, and stands on the edge of the tent. "How big will this tent be?"
"Small," Orlando says shortly. "Get off the end, would you?"
Elijah looks down, surprised. "Oh, sorry," he says unconcernedly, and moves. "Orli, where do we pee?"
Orlando looks up, frowning slightly. The sun is behind Elijah's head, and it makes it look as though he has a halo. Elijah is looking genuinely puzzled.
"In the toilet block," Orlando explains. "We'll find it later. For now, just hold this pole up."
***
"She'll be wearing pink pyjamas when she comes!" Dom sings, loudly and off-key. He claps himself and takes another sip of beer. "Know any more camp songs, Billy?"
Billy yawns. "Actually, I think I might hit the hay. All this camping's making me tired."
Orlando says a quick goodnight as Billy gets up and heads into the tent.
"I might join him," Dom says, trying and failing to sound casual.
"Night, then," Elijah says innocently. "Sleep well."
"I will," Dom says, and crawls into the two-man tent that he's sharing with Billy with a wink.
All's quiet for a moment. Orlando gazes at the sparks of the dying campfire. He's very aware of Elijah sitting next to him, shivering slightly in the cold night air.
"Maybe I'll go to bed too," Elijah says now. "It'll be warmer in my sleeping bag, won't it?"
"I would imagine so," Orlando replies drily.
"OK," Elijah says, and gets up. "Are you coming in too?"
"Suppose so." Orlando pushes himself up off the log he's sitting on. His backside feels slightly numb.
Elijah ducks into the tent first and Orlando waits a moment for him to slide into his sleeping bag. He crawls in and receives Elijah's foot in his mouth.
"Oops, sorry," Elijah says, with a nervy giggle.
"S'OK," Orlando mumbles, checking his teeth carefully with tongue. He shuffles into his sleeping bag, and helps Elijah get into his. He seems to be having a little trouble with the zip.
"There. Comfy now?" Orlando asks, once Elijah's finally stopped wriggling around.
"Yeah, thanks."
They lie in silence for a moment.
Then Orlando jumps out of his skin as a loud moan sears through the camp.
"What was that?" Elijah asks, next to him. "Do you think it was a bear?"
Orlando's heart rate is slowing slightly. He has a pretty good idea what it was, and it's got nothing to do with a bear.
"Orlando?" Elijah prompts, voice shaking slightly. "You think it's a bear?"
"Just go to sleep, Elijah."
"Fuck me, Billy, fuck me...."
Even Elijah can't mistake that for a bear.
"I don't even have my iPod," he says into the dark.
"Just try and block it out," Orlando says. His cheeks are going a bit pink - he can't help but imagine....He
shakes his head to try and stop this dangerous train of thoughts. It wouldn't be great to have to jerk off here with Elijah only inches away.
"Ah, harder, Billy...."
"Orlando?"
"What?"
"Did you know they were fucking?"
There's a moment of silence as Orlando tries to comprehend how truly innocent Elijah is.
"Duh," he says, in reply.
Elijah goes quiet. The groans from the other tent are coming thick and fast. There's no hope left for Orlando
- his cock's slapping his stomach and he can't resist pulling on it just a little....
He hears a muffled whine from right next to him.
"You OK?" he asks in slight concern.
"Yeah," Elijah says. Odd. He sounds a bit breathy there. Orlando half-frowns to himself.
"Still blocking out the noise?" he asks, teasingly.
"Trying to."
Orlando risks it. He's got a hard-on and he can't think too clearly. "I'm not. It's sort of a turn on."
A moment of silence. Orlando has a horrible thought that he's misread Elijah...
"Orlando?"
"Yes, Elijah?"
"I think so too."
Orlando's hand closes compusively on his cock. "Yeah?"
"Yeah," Elijah's small voice comes back. "Not thinking about Dom and Billy though."
"Really?"
"No. Thinking about...well....y'know....seeing as we're sharing a tent and all, maybe we should...."
Orlando smirks slightly and unzips his sleeping bag. He fumbles for a torch and switches it on, shining it on Elijah's face.
He does a double take.
Elijah's pink-cheeked and damp, pupils slightly dilated and eyelids heavy with sex.
Orlando wants it.
He unzips Elijah's sleeping bag and slides in next to him.
"We should...what?" he prompts, stroking Elijah's erection through the fabric of his jeans. Elijah's still fully
dressed. What a shame, Orlando thinks half-regretfully. More layers to take off.
"I don't know," Elijah says slowly, eyes glazed. "Maybe we should...follow their example."
Orlando rolls on top of him, undoing the button and fly on Elijah's jeans. Elijah lets out a hitching gasp.
Orlando pushes them down and Elijah raises his hips so Orlando can take them off completely.
"What a good idea," he says, pushing Elijah's shorts behind his balls, pushing them and his cock
forwards. Elijah groans and bucks.
And Orlando slides down Elijah's chest, pinching at rock hard nipples through the fabric of Elijah's t-shirt, and engulfs his cock in the velvety heat of his mouth.
***
"I think we should move the tents today," Dom says the next morning once they're all up and cooking sausages and bacon. "I reckon there's bears round here, I'm sure I heard something last night."
Orlando and Elijah flick the briefest of glances at each other, but say nothing, although Orlando risks a wink
and the corners of Elijah's mouth twitch upwards.