OB/EW, NC-17
Title: Law School Orlijah (Cause really I can't think of a better name.)
Author: violettefemme
Pairing: OB/EW
Disclaimer: Not true. Not mine. Not fair.
Summary: Orlando is a law student. Elijah works in I.T.
Beta: The super-dee-duper lisabellex
Feedback: Yes, please.
"Hello, I am Sean Astin. This is Estates and Trusts..."
As the professor went on about the requirements for the class, Orlando shifted and tried to sink as low as possible in his seat without being obvious. The professor picked up his class list and scanned it quickly.
"Mr. Bloom."
Fuckfuckfuck. Orlando's heart clenched and a fine sweat broke out over his forehead. He swallowed with great difficulty and gave a small wave of his hand. "Right here."
"Excellent." The professor turned to face his quarry and gave a small, frightening smile. "First victim. Tell me, Mr. Bloom, about Dead Hand Control as it relates to Shapira v. Union National Bank."
Dead Hand Control... Shapira... Dead Hand Control... fuckfuckfuck. Orlando flipped through the case rather frantically, looking for something that might answer the question. fuckfuckfuck.
"Here's a small clue, Mr. Bloom. You aren't going to find the phrase 'Dead Hand Control as it relates to Shapira is...’" Professor Astin's gaze was intense. "The answer is not necessarily in the case."
"Uh... well. In Shapira, the testator made a provision in his will to grant his son..." Orlando began.
"Mr. Bloom! I did not ask for a brief of the case. You would do well in this class to answer the questions you are asked, not the ones you wish to be asked." Astin regarded his class list again. "Ms. Monroe?"
Orlando flushed, sank in his seat further, and adjusted his laptop so that his face was covered. Great way to start the year.
***
When the class was dismissed Orlando all but ran from the room and made his way downstairs to his locker. He gathered the books he would need and made his way to the elevators.
"Hey, Ando?" A voice yelled behind him.
Orlando cringed and faced the blond man. "Why, Dom? Why must you call me that?"
"Cause no one else calls you that, and cause you hate it, of course," Dom grinned. "So how was your first class?"
"You don't want to know," Orlando frowned.
"You had Asssstin, right?" Dom waited for Orlando's nod. "Yes, I have heard he lives up to his name. Well, what we need is to go get a drink tonight and drown the memory of a horrible start to second year."
"Dom, no. You are not dragging me down with you this year. I will not be caught up in your madness." Orlando was firm, but as he saw Dom's face start to crease into a frown, he relented. "At least give me a week or so to pretend I'm a good student before I chuck everything I've worked for out the window."
"Ok. That means this weekend, right?" Dom cracked his knuckles and stretched his neck. "So, what do you have going on for the rest of the day? Wanna grab a bite?"
"Sorry, no lunch for me. I have to go up to the library and somehow read seventy five pages for Evidence before two. If I can manage to do that with any time left over, i’m hoping to have a kip under my desk. Then it's off to work." Orlando looked at the clock and groaned. "I've got to run, mate. I only have two hours before class."
Orlando nodded to Dom and then took off towards the elevators once more. He stepped in and pushed the button for the fourth floor, and pulled out the syllabus for Evidence to read over. As the doors began to close he heard someone yell, "Hold the elevator!"
Suddenly a red, sloppily-laced Converse All-Star was shoved through the gap and pushed at the elevator doors. Orlando pressed the open doors button and said without looking up, "You just made it. What floor?"
"Four, please," A gasping voice said. "I'm late for work."
Orlando glanced at the person beside him. Shorter than him by a few inches; he had dark hair, pale skin, a lethally sharp nose. His eyes... Oh, God; huge and blue and framed by the longest lashes he had even seen on a male. Orlando's stomach did a flip. He couldn't help but stare at the kid. Fucking gorgeous.
"Thanks for holding the door," those eyes said. "I didn't think I was going to make it."
"No worries." Orlando returned. "Where do you work in the library? I don't think I've seen you around."
I'd have fucking remembered...
"Oh, I work in I.T.." The boy shifted his weight slightly and reached up to pull on his ear a bit.
"I.T.?" Orlando questioned.
"I'm a computer geek." He chuckled to himself.
The elevator opened to the fourth floor.
"Well, it was nice chatting with you..." Orlando drew out the sentence deliberately.
"Elijah," the boy stuck out his hand, "and you are?"
"Orlando," he supplied, "pleasure."
Orlando clasped the hand offered to him, fighting the impulse to jerk the smaller man towards him. He was struck dumb for a moment. The hand in his was cold, dry, slightly rough, the nails jagged and abused. His own palm felt sweaty and hot in comparison. There was something about him, something that caused Orlando’s breath to become erratic and his stomach to flip with interest. He felt absolutely taken by Elijah.
"Um, yeah..." Elijah blushed and stuttered. "Well, I will n- need my hand back if I’m going to make it to work."
Orlando, startled, looked down and realized that he had been clutching Elijah's hand for much longer than appropriate. Reluctantly, he let go and took a step back.
"It was good to meet you," Elijah said as he began walking for his office. "Maybe, I'll see you around sometime."
"Yeah, mate," Orlando replied, still in a daze. "See you around."
Orlando turned and wove his way through the stacks until he reached the private study room he has leased for the year. Turning the key in the lock he arranged all his books and his laptop on the table and began flipping through his evidence book. It was no use. All he could see were Elijah’s eyes on every page. He shut the book and ran his hands over his face. He saw Elijah’s blush in his cheeks down his neck and wondered how far the blush would spread. He saw those reddened lips open wide and slick as they wrapped around his dick.
Fuuuuck. Orlando reached down to adjust himself in hopes finding a more comfortable position. As soon as his hand reached its goal, however, the intent changed and his fingered wrapped around the hardness outlined in his pants. The traitorous fingers massaged and teased there, unrepentant.
“Elijah.” Orlando liked the way the word felt on his tongue. “Eli-jah. E-lij-ah. Eeeelijah. Lijah. Lij. Eliiiijah.”
Orlando wondered how his name would sound coming from Elijah’s lips. Suddenly, it was the most important thing in the world that he find out. More important than breathing. Certainly more important that studying. Orlando looked down at his computer, scheming; finally coming up with a plan. He released the lock and popped out the battery then put the battery back in just enough for it to lay flat on the table.
Perfect
Orlando made his way slowly to the Information Technology office all the while practicing his distraught face.
** ** ** **
Five minutes later he was walking back into the study room with Elijah trailing behind him.
“You say you were working and it just shut off?” Elijah questioned as he walked around the table and sat down in front of the blank screen. He looked up at Orlando who had seated himself across the table, and was currently biting his lip looking carefully distressed and intense.
Intensely sexy. Elijah’s mind supplied. Shut it, Lij. Do your job and get out of here before you make an ass out of yourself.
“What do you think it could be?” Orlando interrupted Elijah’s thoughts.
“Hmm?” Elijah looked into Orlando’s eyes and then back to the computer. “Errr. It could be any number of things. Let me just have a look…”
Orlando slumped down in his seat and tested the waters by stretching his feet way underneath the table and into Elijah’s foot space. He “accidentally” bumped Elijah’s calf and grazed his foot down to brush at the hi-top covered ankle.
“Sorry, mate.” Orlando drawled and wet his bottom lip with a quick sweep of his tongue. “Just having a bit of a stretch.”
Orlando watched as Elijah swallowed noticeably and blushed ever so slightly. Green light!
“No problem, man,” Elijah assured.
Trying to concentrate on the task at hand Elijah picked up the computer to check the battery pack, thinking it may have just run out of juice. As the computer lifted from the table the battery remained where it was. Elijah chuckled and looked up at Orli.
“Here’s your problem, man. Battery came loose.” Elijah popped the battery back in place and booted the computer up to make sure that it was running okay. Just as he was about to get up he felt a foot hook behind his knee and pull him forward in his chair. Elijah’s heart beat faster as he felt that same foot inch slowly up his leg to his inner thigh and rest there, kneading. His wide eyes flew across the table to rest on sparkling brown ones. Orlando’s eyes were almost black with lust and amusement.
“So that was my problem. Gee, how stupid of me,” Orlando grinned. “Guess I pulled you down here for nothing.”
Orlando moved his foot north and held it firmly against the rapidly growing hardness in Elijah’s pants.
“I- I wouldn’t say… for nothing…” Elijah panted as Orlando’s foot began to rub in circles against his filling cock.
Orlando took a glance out the window in the study room that looked out at the library stacks. Seeing that no one was around, he smirked at Elijah and then slid out of his chair and under the table.
Elijah’s face went red as he realized what was about to happen. He leaned back in his chair and could see Orlando’s hands grip his inner thighs and push them apart roughly. Elijah whimpered as he watched those strong, tan hands flick the button open and pull the zipper down on his cords. He gaped and moaned as he saw thin fingers disappear into his boxers and reappear wrapped around his thick and pulsing erection.
“Oh dear Jesus!” Elijah gasped as he saw Orlando’s head for the first time under the table and watched as two pink lips opened obscenely wide to envelop the head of his cock.
“You can call me, Orli.” Orlando joked before wrapping neatly around the tip of Elijah’s shaft.
The visual impact of what he was seeing was so great, it took Elijah a moment to register the actual physical pleasure he was deriving from Orlando’s flicking tongue and velvet lips.
Orlando groaned as he wrestled with the thickness in his mouth. Elijah’s length was a heavy weight on his tongue and Orlando swallowed rapidly to try and manage it.
“Oh my FUCK!” Elijah yelped and thrust up into the warm, constricting wetness surrounding him. The rolling of Orlando’s tongue on his cock was absolute torture. Elijah panted and writhed in his seat, bright patches of red blooming on his face and sweat forming at his hairline. Elijah threaded his hands through Orlando’s hair, pulling and trying to guide him.
Oh, hell no! Orlando pulled off Elijah’s dick with a suctioned pop and peered up at the seated man with irritated eyes. “Excuse me. I’m working here. I don’t come round telling you how to do your job, yeah? Hands off…”
Elijah couldn’t help the giggle that escaped, “So you’re a certified blow-job giver, huh? Sorry, didn’t mean to disturb the professional.”
“Cheeky!” Orlando fake growled and promptly pushed the chair back as far as he could before yanking the man to the floor in front of him.
“Ow!” Elijah landed with a thud when his ass hit the floor… hard. He pouted prettily, “You fucker, that hurt!”
Orlando chuckled and slid his fingers into the waist bands of Elijah’s trousers and boxers, pulling them over his shoes and off slowly. “Guess I’ll just have to kiss it better then, yeah?”
Orlando pushed Elijah’s knees up to his chest and settled on his stomach between Elijah’s thighs. He pressed his finger firmly into the skin directly behind the shorter man’s balls and grinned as Elijah shook. Nudging his nose between flushed cheeks Orlando used his tongue to bathe Elijah’s pink puckered entrance
“God… you’re… good at that. Yeah.” Elijah writhed as he felt Orlando’s tongue inch its way beyond the first ring of muscle and wriggle wantonly. Pulling back with a squishy sound, Orlando pressed a kiss to the flesh.
“There all better.” Orlando breathed. He opened his fly and pulled out his insistent erection. In no time at all he had pulled a condom from his pocket, sheathed himself, and was inching himself into the grasping depths of Elijah’s prone form.
When Orlando was seated firmly inside Elijah, he wiggled his hips to find a comfortable angle.
“Fuuuu-“ Elijah groaned as Orlando brushed against the sweet spot hidden inside him. “Do that again!”
Orlando chuckled and bucked his hips again, wiggling against Elijah’s prostate. The heat surrounding him was intense and Orlando almost passed out with the pleasure as Elijah clenched around his shaft in ecstasy.
Elijah hooked his red-canvas covered ankles high across Orlando’s back and rocked up to meet the first real thrust. The men groaned; they began to pitch against each other. Their hands roamed and their mouths tasted as they tried to wrench every bit of pleasure possible from each other. Elijah felt invaded, taken, as Orlando sped up his thrusts, pressed hot kisses down Elijah’s throat, and reached down to wrap his fingers around Elijah’s steely erection.
Heat…
Sweat…
Friction…
Sliding…
Elijah’s hands gripped Orlando’s shirt tightly as he came, hissing between his teeth, “Orlandooooo”
Hearing his name on Elijah’s lips along with the clenching around his cock made Orlando’s muscles freeze up and his vision to go black in front of him.
Elijah watched as Orlando’s eyes rolled back into his head and felt Orlando’s pulsing inside him as he came.
Several minutes later the world came back into focus for Orlando. He became aware of Elijah wriggling beneath him trying to get up. Elijah elbowed him hard in the ribs trying to get his attention.
“Oh! You’re crushing my spleen, man,” Elijah grunted and finally rolled Orlando off him. He used his boxers to wipe the mess from his stomach and then pulled on his cords, all the while watching Orlando watching him. Taking a glance out the window to make sure no one was around, he finally emerged from under the table and straightened his clothes. Half a minute later Orlando joined him.
Elijah shifted nervously from one foot to the other before moving toward the door. “Well, I better… get back to work...”
“Yeah, and I need to get to class.” Orlando started packing his books away.
“Bye, then.” Somewhat disappointed, Elijah put his hand on the door knob and pulled it open.
“Wait!” Orlando moved quickly to the door and shut it again. He pulled Elijah in close and pressed a kiss to those pouting lips. He pulled back and grinned at the shorter man. “What are you doing later? Want to have dinner with me?”
Elijah tried to hide the smile behind his hand, but the shine in his eyes gave him away and Orlando wasn’t fooled.
“Yeah?” Orlando asked with a wide smile of his own.
“Yeah.” Elijah pulled his hand away from his face. “I’d love to.”
** ** ** **
Five minutes later Orlando was sitting in Evidence next to his friend Cameron. The teacher looked down at her class list ready to pick her first victim.
“Mr. Bloom.”
Orlando sat up straighter in his seat. “Yes?”
“Tell us about Hearsay” The professor stood at the front of the room waiting expectantly.
“I can’t.” Orlando said with a small frown.
“And why is that, Mr. Bloom?”
“I didn’t read the material.” Orlando wanted to laugh as he pictured what he was doing instead of reading.
“That’s disappointing Mr. Bloom.” The professor made a sharp mark on her sheet. “You’re absent today then. Do not disappoint me again or you will find yourself with an open slot in your schedule.”
The professor moved and Orlando breathed a sigh of relief.
“Shit!” Cameron winced in sympathy for his friend. “Sorry, man!”
Orlando grinned and sank further into his seat remembering Elijah’s face as that hand fell away to reveal a smile. “I’m not…”
Author: violettefemme
Pairing: OB/EW
Disclaimer: Not true. Not mine. Not fair.
Summary: Orlando is a law student. Elijah works in I.T.
Beta: The super-dee-duper lisabellex
Feedback: Yes, please.
"Hello, I am Sean Astin. This is Estates and Trusts..."
As the professor went on about the requirements for the class, Orlando shifted and tried to sink as low as possible in his seat without being obvious. The professor picked up his class list and scanned it quickly.
"Mr. Bloom."
Fuckfuckfuck. Orlando's heart clenched and a fine sweat broke out over his forehead. He swallowed with great difficulty and gave a small wave of his hand. "Right here."
"Excellent." The professor turned to face his quarry and gave a small, frightening smile. "First victim. Tell me, Mr. Bloom, about Dead Hand Control as it relates to Shapira v. Union National Bank."
Dead Hand Control... Shapira... Dead Hand Control... fuckfuckfuck. Orlando flipped through the case rather frantically, looking for something that might answer the question. fuckfuckfuck.
"Here's a small clue, Mr. Bloom. You aren't going to find the phrase 'Dead Hand Control as it relates to Shapira is...’" Professor Astin's gaze was intense. "The answer is not necessarily in the case."
"Uh... well. In Shapira, the testator made a provision in his will to grant his son..." Orlando began.
"Mr. Bloom! I did not ask for a brief of the case. You would do well in this class to answer the questions you are asked, not the ones you wish to be asked." Astin regarded his class list again. "Ms. Monroe?"
Orlando flushed, sank in his seat further, and adjusted his laptop so that his face was covered. Great way to start the year.
***
When the class was dismissed Orlando all but ran from the room and made his way downstairs to his locker. He gathered the books he would need and made his way to the elevators.
"Hey, Ando?" A voice yelled behind him.
Orlando cringed and faced the blond man. "Why, Dom? Why must you call me that?"
"Cause no one else calls you that, and cause you hate it, of course," Dom grinned. "So how was your first class?"
"You don't want to know," Orlando frowned.
"You had Asssstin, right?" Dom waited for Orlando's nod. "Yes, I have heard he lives up to his name. Well, what we need is to go get a drink tonight and drown the memory of a horrible start to second year."
"Dom, no. You are not dragging me down with you this year. I will not be caught up in your madness." Orlando was firm, but as he saw Dom's face start to crease into a frown, he relented. "At least give me a week or so to pretend I'm a good student before I chuck everything I've worked for out the window."
"Ok. That means this weekend, right?" Dom cracked his knuckles and stretched his neck. "So, what do you have going on for the rest of the day? Wanna grab a bite?"
"Sorry, no lunch for me. I have to go up to the library and somehow read seventy five pages for Evidence before two. If I can manage to do that with any time left over, i’m hoping to have a kip under my desk. Then it's off to work." Orlando looked at the clock and groaned. "I've got to run, mate. I only have two hours before class."
Orlando nodded to Dom and then took off towards the elevators once more. He stepped in and pushed the button for the fourth floor, and pulled out the syllabus for Evidence to read over. As the doors began to close he heard someone yell, "Hold the elevator!"
Suddenly a red, sloppily-laced Converse All-Star was shoved through the gap and pushed at the elevator doors. Orlando pressed the open doors button and said without looking up, "You just made it. What floor?"
"Four, please," A gasping voice said. "I'm late for work."
Orlando glanced at the person beside him. Shorter than him by a few inches; he had dark hair, pale skin, a lethally sharp nose. His eyes... Oh, God; huge and blue and framed by the longest lashes he had even seen on a male. Orlando's stomach did a flip. He couldn't help but stare at the kid. Fucking gorgeous.
"Thanks for holding the door," those eyes said. "I didn't think I was going to make it."
"No worries." Orlando returned. "Where do you work in the library? I don't think I've seen you around."
I'd have fucking remembered...
"Oh, I work in I.T.." The boy shifted his weight slightly and reached up to pull on his ear a bit.
"I.T.?" Orlando questioned.
"I'm a computer geek." He chuckled to himself.
The elevator opened to the fourth floor.
"Well, it was nice chatting with you..." Orlando drew out the sentence deliberately.
"Elijah," the boy stuck out his hand, "and you are?"
"Orlando," he supplied, "pleasure."
Orlando clasped the hand offered to him, fighting the impulse to jerk the smaller man towards him. He was struck dumb for a moment. The hand in his was cold, dry, slightly rough, the nails jagged and abused. His own palm felt sweaty and hot in comparison. There was something about him, something that caused Orlando’s breath to become erratic and his stomach to flip with interest. He felt absolutely taken by Elijah.
"Um, yeah..." Elijah blushed and stuttered. "Well, I will n- need my hand back if I’m going to make it to work."
Orlando, startled, looked down and realized that he had been clutching Elijah's hand for much longer than appropriate. Reluctantly, he let go and took a step back.
"It was good to meet you," Elijah said as he began walking for his office. "Maybe, I'll see you around sometime."
"Yeah, mate," Orlando replied, still in a daze. "See you around."
Orlando turned and wove his way through the stacks until he reached the private study room he has leased for the year. Turning the key in the lock he arranged all his books and his laptop on the table and began flipping through his evidence book. It was no use. All he could see were Elijah’s eyes on every page. He shut the book and ran his hands over his face. He saw Elijah’s blush in his cheeks down his neck and wondered how far the blush would spread. He saw those reddened lips open wide and slick as they wrapped around his dick.
Fuuuuck. Orlando reached down to adjust himself in hopes finding a more comfortable position. As soon as his hand reached its goal, however, the intent changed and his fingered wrapped around the hardness outlined in his pants. The traitorous fingers massaged and teased there, unrepentant.
“Elijah.” Orlando liked the way the word felt on his tongue. “Eli-jah. E-lij-ah. Eeeelijah. Lijah. Lij. Eliiiijah.”
Orlando wondered how his name would sound coming from Elijah’s lips. Suddenly, it was the most important thing in the world that he find out. More important than breathing. Certainly more important that studying. Orlando looked down at his computer, scheming; finally coming up with a plan. He released the lock and popped out the battery then put the battery back in just enough for it to lay flat on the table.
Perfect
Orlando made his way slowly to the Information Technology office all the while practicing his distraught face.
** ** ** **
Five minutes later he was walking back into the study room with Elijah trailing behind him.
“You say you were working and it just shut off?” Elijah questioned as he walked around the table and sat down in front of the blank screen. He looked up at Orlando who had seated himself across the table, and was currently biting his lip looking carefully distressed and intense.
Intensely sexy. Elijah’s mind supplied. Shut it, Lij. Do your job and get out of here before you make an ass out of yourself.
“What do you think it could be?” Orlando interrupted Elijah’s thoughts.
“Hmm?” Elijah looked into Orlando’s eyes and then back to the computer. “Errr. It could be any number of things. Let me just have a look…”
Orlando slumped down in his seat and tested the waters by stretching his feet way underneath the table and into Elijah’s foot space. He “accidentally” bumped Elijah’s calf and grazed his foot down to brush at the hi-top covered ankle.
“Sorry, mate.” Orlando drawled and wet his bottom lip with a quick sweep of his tongue. “Just having a bit of a stretch.”
Orlando watched as Elijah swallowed noticeably and blushed ever so slightly. Green light!
“No problem, man,” Elijah assured.
Trying to concentrate on the task at hand Elijah picked up the computer to check the battery pack, thinking it may have just run out of juice. As the computer lifted from the table the battery remained where it was. Elijah chuckled and looked up at Orli.
“Here’s your problem, man. Battery came loose.” Elijah popped the battery back in place and booted the computer up to make sure that it was running okay. Just as he was about to get up he felt a foot hook behind his knee and pull him forward in his chair. Elijah’s heart beat faster as he felt that same foot inch slowly up his leg to his inner thigh and rest there, kneading. His wide eyes flew across the table to rest on sparkling brown ones. Orlando’s eyes were almost black with lust and amusement.
“So that was my problem. Gee, how stupid of me,” Orlando grinned. “Guess I pulled you down here for nothing.”
Orlando moved his foot north and held it firmly against the rapidly growing hardness in Elijah’s pants.
“I- I wouldn’t say… for nothing…” Elijah panted as Orlando’s foot began to rub in circles against his filling cock.
Orlando took a glance out the window in the study room that looked out at the library stacks. Seeing that no one was around, he smirked at Elijah and then slid out of his chair and under the table.
Elijah’s face went red as he realized what was about to happen. He leaned back in his chair and could see Orlando’s hands grip his inner thighs and push them apart roughly. Elijah whimpered as he watched those strong, tan hands flick the button open and pull the zipper down on his cords. He gaped and moaned as he saw thin fingers disappear into his boxers and reappear wrapped around his thick and pulsing erection.
“Oh dear Jesus!” Elijah gasped as he saw Orlando’s head for the first time under the table and watched as two pink lips opened obscenely wide to envelop the head of his cock.
“You can call me, Orli.” Orlando joked before wrapping neatly around the tip of Elijah’s shaft.
The visual impact of what he was seeing was so great, it took Elijah a moment to register the actual physical pleasure he was deriving from Orlando’s flicking tongue and velvet lips.
Orlando groaned as he wrestled with the thickness in his mouth. Elijah’s length was a heavy weight on his tongue and Orlando swallowed rapidly to try and manage it.
“Oh my FUCK!” Elijah yelped and thrust up into the warm, constricting wetness surrounding him. The rolling of Orlando’s tongue on his cock was absolute torture. Elijah panted and writhed in his seat, bright patches of red blooming on his face and sweat forming at his hairline. Elijah threaded his hands through Orlando’s hair, pulling and trying to guide him.
Oh, hell no! Orlando pulled off Elijah’s dick with a suctioned pop and peered up at the seated man with irritated eyes. “Excuse me. I’m working here. I don’t come round telling you how to do your job, yeah? Hands off…”
Elijah couldn’t help the giggle that escaped, “So you’re a certified blow-job giver, huh? Sorry, didn’t mean to disturb the professional.”
“Cheeky!” Orlando fake growled and promptly pushed the chair back as far as he could before yanking the man to the floor in front of him.
“Ow!” Elijah landed with a thud when his ass hit the floor… hard. He pouted prettily, “You fucker, that hurt!”
Orlando chuckled and slid his fingers into the waist bands of Elijah’s trousers and boxers, pulling them over his shoes and off slowly. “Guess I’ll just have to kiss it better then, yeah?”
Orlando pushed Elijah’s knees up to his chest and settled on his stomach between Elijah’s thighs. He pressed his finger firmly into the skin directly behind the shorter man’s balls and grinned as Elijah shook. Nudging his nose between flushed cheeks Orlando used his tongue to bathe Elijah’s pink puckered entrance
“God… you’re… good at that. Yeah.” Elijah writhed as he felt Orlando’s tongue inch its way beyond the first ring of muscle and wriggle wantonly. Pulling back with a squishy sound, Orlando pressed a kiss to the flesh.
“There all better.” Orlando breathed. He opened his fly and pulled out his insistent erection. In no time at all he had pulled a condom from his pocket, sheathed himself, and was inching himself into the grasping depths of Elijah’s prone form.
When Orlando was seated firmly inside Elijah, he wiggled his hips to find a comfortable angle.
“Fuuuu-“ Elijah groaned as Orlando brushed against the sweet spot hidden inside him. “Do that again!”
Orlando chuckled and bucked his hips again, wiggling against Elijah’s prostate. The heat surrounding him was intense and Orlando almost passed out with the pleasure as Elijah clenched around his shaft in ecstasy.
Elijah hooked his red-canvas covered ankles high across Orlando’s back and rocked up to meet the first real thrust. The men groaned; they began to pitch against each other. Their hands roamed and their mouths tasted as they tried to wrench every bit of pleasure possible from each other. Elijah felt invaded, taken, as Orlando sped up his thrusts, pressed hot kisses down Elijah’s throat, and reached down to wrap his fingers around Elijah’s steely erection.
Heat…
Sweat…
Friction…
Sliding…
Elijah’s hands gripped Orlando’s shirt tightly as he came, hissing between his teeth, “Orlandooooo”
Hearing his name on Elijah’s lips along with the clenching around his cock made Orlando’s muscles freeze up and his vision to go black in front of him.
Elijah watched as Orlando’s eyes rolled back into his head and felt Orlando’s pulsing inside him as he came.
Several minutes later the world came back into focus for Orlando. He became aware of Elijah wriggling beneath him trying to get up. Elijah elbowed him hard in the ribs trying to get his attention.
“Oh! You’re crushing my spleen, man,” Elijah grunted and finally rolled Orlando off him. He used his boxers to wipe the mess from his stomach and then pulled on his cords, all the while watching Orlando watching him. Taking a glance out the window to make sure no one was around, he finally emerged from under the table and straightened his clothes. Half a minute later Orlando joined him.
Elijah shifted nervously from one foot to the other before moving toward the door. “Well, I better… get back to work...”
“Yeah, and I need to get to class.” Orlando started packing his books away.
“Bye, then.” Somewhat disappointed, Elijah put his hand on the door knob and pulled it open.
“Wait!” Orlando moved quickly to the door and shut it again. He pulled Elijah in close and pressed a kiss to those pouting lips. He pulled back and grinned at the shorter man. “What are you doing later? Want to have dinner with me?”
Elijah tried to hide the smile behind his hand, but the shine in his eyes gave him away and Orlando wasn’t fooled.
“Yeah?” Orlando asked with a wide smile of his own.
“Yeah.” Elijah pulled his hand away from his face. “I’d love to.”
** ** ** **
Five minutes later Orlando was sitting in Evidence next to his friend Cameron. The teacher looked down at her class list ready to pick her first victim.
“Mr. Bloom.”
Orlando sat up straighter in his seat. “Yes?”
“Tell us about Hearsay” The professor stood at the front of the room waiting expectantly.
“I can’t.” Orlando said with a small frown.
“And why is that, Mr. Bloom?”
“I didn’t read the material.” Orlando wanted to laugh as he pictured what he was doing instead of reading.
“That’s disappointing Mr. Bloom.” The professor made a sharp mark on her sheet. “You’re absent today then. Do not disappoint me again or you will find yourself with an open slot in your schedule.”
The professor moved and Orlando breathed a sigh of relief.
“Shit!” Cameron winced in sympathy for his friend. “Sorry, man!”
Orlando grinned and sank further into his seat remembering Elijah’s face as that hand fell away to reveal a smile. “I’m not…”