orlijah fic : ties that bind
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layne67Title : Ties That Bind
Another day in the lives of Orli and Elijah. It is Orli's birthday. Elijah dresses, and undresses for him. No cake. The cake's still at![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
absolutefiction's.
*pokes at abfic*
AU. Total fiction. NC- 17. Fluffy. Their other stories are :
The First Time
101 Ways To Make Love
This fic is not beta'd. Feel free to point out any bad grammars or bad lines.
((( ETA : Big hugs toabsolutefiction. You're an angel *mwah* )))
Fic inspired by this pic :
“Must you wear that?” Orli sounded annoyed.
‘That’ was a completely see-through, very sexy, long-sleeved shirt. It was made of some black, lacy material that Elijah had bought without telling him.
A surprise, Elijah had said gleefully.
Elijah didn’t answer. He was standing totally naked in front of the full-length mirror in their bedroom looking utterly delicious with his roseate skin that was still slightly damp from the shower. He held out the shirt in front of him, the material soft in his hands. He glanced at Orli’s unsmiling face in the mirror. Elijah put the shirt on, buttoning it up, skipping the first and last buttons. He glanced at his boyfriend again. Orli was still glowering.
Elijah reached for the black leather pants and bent down, deliberately flipping up the back of his shirt to expose his gorgeously rounded, smooth buttocks. Orli could see part of Elijah’s sac hanging loosely between his slim thighs. Elijah spread his legs slightly and his hole opened up, perfectly sexy dirty lewd, darkly inviting.
Orli breath caught. He could feel himself stirring and hardening, his slit starting to leak. Elijah slipped on the trousers without bothering with underwear, seemingly oblivious to Orli’s arousal. He carefully zipped himself up; pushing his own half-hard cock inside. He mussed up his hair with gel, peered at the mirror and considered putting on eyeliners. Better not he thought. Elijah knew that he had almost crossed the line with the shirt. Orli didn’t like to be ostentatious, didn’t like what he called the ‘gay-look’. He himself was wearing just a plain white t-shirt and blue jeans, which at the moment had a very visible bulge at the crotch with a small wet patch on it.
Orli was still not smiling though.
Elijah sighed.
He turned and walked towards Orli who was sitting on the edge of their bed, hands clasped in front of him.
The shirt that Elijah was wearing was indeed very transparent.
And it clung.
His nipples could clearly be seen through the material, the areolas bruised and swollen. Orli had been rough the night before, suckling and biting at his nipples like a babe that had not been fed for days. Elijah didn’t mind though. He enjoyed it hard and rough just as he enjoyed it slow and gentle, and he could take whatever Orli gave to him. What he couldn’t take was a sullen Orli sulking like a ten-year-old.
“How do I look?” he asked Orli.
“Gay,” Orli answered shortly, scowling.
“Oh for heaven’s sake Orli, I am gay,” Elijah snapped, infuriated.
“Yeah but we’re going to this stripper’s club and you’re looking like, like you’re one of them-“
Elijah cut him off, “And you’re being such a fucking husband.”
“I am NOT!” Orli was stung.
Elijah bit back a rejoinder. He didn’t want a fight. In the two years they had been living together they seldom fought. Elijah certainly did not want to fight on that particular night. And especially when it was over such a stupid thing as a shirt.
Elijah kneeled and moved in between Orli’s thighs releasing Orli’s hands as he did so. He put Orli’s arms around his shoulders and wound his own around Orli’s middle.
“Come-on it’s only for tonight,” Elijah mumbled against Orli’s chest. “And you’ll be with me all the time. You can hold me like this all night long if you want and nobody would even dare take a second look at me, huh Orli?”
“It’s just that you look so ravishing, so …” Orli faltered.
“Edible?” Elijah grinned.
“Yeah, that too,” Orli smiled, his good humour restored. He could never be angry with Elijah for long.
“You can have me for dessert after we get back from the club.” Elijah whispered, nuzzling at Orli’s ear.
“I’d rather have you now as the main course,” Orli said huskily. His hands had started to wonder down Elijah’s back and he slipped a hand inside Elijah’s waistband, one finger unerringly finding Elijah’s warm cleft. Orli rubbed his finger back and forth along the cleft, not quite touching Elijah’s opening.
Elijah had to force himself to draw back.
He laughed shakily. “We have to go now or we’ll never get there.”
“I don’t understand why we have to go there. It’s my birthday, isn’t it? Don’t I get to choose my own present?” Orli grumbled but allowed himself to be pulled up by Elijah.
“Nope. It’ll be a surprise and you, babe, need to go out more. You are too straight for your own good.”
“I am?” Orli was surprised. “Isn’t that a good thing? No other man for me but you etc, etc.”
Put like that, Elijah was hard-pressed for an answer. It was true that Orli never looked at any other man but he did look at women. Not often, yes, but from time to time Elijah had caught him looking appreciatively at pretty girls. And some of the girls flirted with him even when Elijah was right there with Orli. Orli never flirted back though, not when Elijah was around anyway.
Elijah thought that he could probably deal with male rivals but girls? Orli used to be straight before he fell head over heels in love with Elijah and though Elijah honestly believed that Orli genuinely loved him, still, there had been times that he thought that Orli missed being with girls. Not that it was anything that Orli said or did; no, it was just he who still couldn’t quite believe that Orli could forget about girls, just like that.
And there was that tiny but persistent bitter voice inside of Elijah that said that if he had been a girl they would probably have been married with two kids. Instead they were just two guys living together with no permanent ties between them and Elijah just couldn’t bear the thought of Orli leaving him for a girl who could give him children. And continuity.
“Hey, why so quiet?” Orli nudged him gently.
“Nothing,” Elijah shook himself, feeling inwardly guilty for harbouring those dark thoughts when Orli was looking at him with such love in his honest eyes. “Come, let’s go. I’m driving,” Elijah said as he grabbed the car keys from the bedside table.
~~
The club was crowded but they got their seats easily. Elijah knew the owner, Leo who had greeted them effusively when they arrived. Orli looked around him. They had come here quite a number of times. Not one of Orli's favourite places but Elijah liked it.
Going to the club on the eve of Orli's birthday had been Elijah’s idea. Orli would have been quite happy to just stay at home, in bed having sex with Elijah all night long. Orli could never get enough of Elijah, would never tire of him. Elijah’s beautiful body never failed to tantalize and humble him at the same time and Orli was an ardent worshipper, or perhaps a slave, in the temple of Elijah.
There were three men in various stages of undress on the stage. Orli looked at them without much interest. One of them looked a bit like the guy who played Sawyer in ‘Lost’. Elijah seemed enraptured though, his eyes following every move.
“Hey Lij,” Orli had to shout to make himself heard above the blaring music.
“What?” Elijah answered his eyes still on the male strippers.
“I’d rather see you stripping then these guys anytime. You’d make a killing in just one night,” Orli joked.
Elijah laughed delightedly, his eyes round with mischief. “Oh but you will Orli. And I am going to make a killing.”
Orli laughed back. “You’re kidding, right?”
“Not at all.” Elijah downed his drink in one gulp.
“Elijah, that is not funny.”
Elijah had to be joking but Orli couldn’t help feeling worried. Elijah could be so impulsive at times.
“Come, follow me,” Elijah got up and dragged Orli with him. “It’s time for your gift.”
~~
Orli felt slightly dizzy. He and Elijah were in one of the club’s private rooms, away from the din and strobing, colourful lights outside. The room was quite small. Orli was sitting on a plush three-seater leather sofa. There was a round, low table in front of him with a pole that ran from the middle of it up to the ceiling. The lighting was dim and there was music piped into the room, slow Latin music that he didn’t recognize, the beat sexy and erotic.
Elijah was standing in front of him with the table in between them. He had one leg bent with his knee on the edge of the table, his back arched, smiling seductively. Orli’s heart which had been thumping fast began to beat an erratic tattoo into his mind.
His birthday present.
Tugging off his shoes, Elijah climbed onto the table. He held onto the pole and sinuously made a 360–degree turn, head thrown back, creamy throat bared to the full.
“Mr. Bloom, I am Elijah,” he purred in a low, sexy voice. “I am at your disposal tonight. Though I have to warn you, I’m expensive, very expensive. Are you sure you can afford me?”
Orlando swallowed his throat suddenly dry. He was already very hard and Elijah had not even done anything yet.
“Just do what you’re paid for, boy,” Orli played along. “I heard that you’re the best. Make me happy and you will be the richest whore this side of the world.”
Elijah smiled languidly, his eyes hooded. He parted his lips exposing small white teeth, the tip of his pink tongue flicking out slightly to lick at the gap in front. Slowly, almost lazily, he began to unbutton his shirt and he shrugged out of it, tossing it out of the way.
Orlando's heart lurched.
Elijah began unbuckling his pants and lowered down the zip. His cock jumped out from the confine of his pants, heavy and hard, the head purple and visibly throbbing. He pushed down the pants and kicked them in the general direction of his shirt.
Elijah stood in front of Orli in all his glorious nakedness, his skin glowing luminously in the dim light. His body began to move in rhythm with the music, imitating the moves made by the strippers outside. Small and lithe, Orli had never seen anybody as lissome as Elijah, nor as erotic.
Elijah’s hands went to his chest and he pinched and rolled his already erect nipples. He held out one hand to Orli while the other continued to tease his nipple.
“Give it to me.”
“What?” Orli could hardly get the word out.
“The lube. It’s in your pocket.”
Orli fumbled and almost dropped the packet.
Elijah tore it open with his teeth and squeezed the cold lube onto his hands, smearing it on his fingers. Dropping the torn packet on the table, one hand began to travel slowly down the front of his tummy towards his tuft of pubic hair, combing through it, leaving a slick, glistening path along his body. He stroked his erect shaft with his other hand and his index finger flicked at the liquid pearling at the tip. He lifted his finger to his mouth, licked it then began sucking on it, his cheeks hollowing.
Elijah turned his back to Orli, bending over. He brought one hand behind towards his buttocks and unceremoniously pushed one finger, then two deep inside his anus. Orli could hear Elijah moaning.
Fuck.
Elijah was massaging his own prostate while his other hand continued stroking himself. The sight of Elijah preparing himself, writhing and squirming in front of him with his fingers buried deep inside almost made Orli come there and then.
“Elijah.” Orli could hardly recognize his own voice. “Come down here.”
Elijah straightened and stepped down, breathless and flushed. He hunkered down and quickly unfastened Orli’s fly. He reached inside Orli’s boxers and brought out Orli’s erect and extremely wet shaft, smearing Orli with the residue of the lube. Though with the amount of pre-come that Orli was generously providing, Elijah didn’t think that they really needed the extra lube. He clambered up Orli’s lap, and with Orli steadying him at the waist, Elijah brought himself down and slowly impaled himself upon Orli’s rigid, protruding cock.
All the way in.
With Orli still fully clothed, just his jeans parted open.
Elijah’s silky hot tightness squeezed Orli’s cock, pleasuring him just this side of pain.
“Move,” Orli gasped.
Elijah moved.
Up.
And down.
All the way up again until he almost unsheathed Orli's cock, then back down until Orli was buried back down to the hilt.
Over and over again.
His bare buttocks humping and slapping against Orli’s jeans-clad thighs.
Elijah’s cock slid between their tightly mashed bodies; Orli’s shirt and Elijah’s sweaty body providing delicious, almost painful friction to Elijah’s slicked penis.
They cried out and came almost at the same time. Elijah could feel Orli’s cock erupting inside him, the ejaculate hot, the shaft pulsating. His own semen spurted out and spattered on Orli’s shirt, the fluid sticky against his own bare skin. He slumped against Orli, panting, totally spent. He was still straddling Orli and he could feel Orli diminishing inside him, Orli’s come seeping out of his anus and trickling down the inside of his thighs.
Orli pushed him away slightly and looked down in dismay at his stained shirt.
“Now how am I going to walk out of here wearing this?” he asked.
“Wanna wear my shirt?” Elijah grinned.
~~
“Doesn’t he look adorable?”
“Who?” Orli asked absent-mindedly.
It was the night after. They were having a small party at their apartment with a few close friends and family. The guests had already gone back except for Orli’s sister Samantha and her husband. Orli was flicking through the hand-bound album that Elijah had given him for his birthday. Elijah had painstakingly pasted and captioned every single photo of their lives together, arranged in chronological order, and had bound the pages himself. The result was quite spectacular, almost professional. Looking at the photos brought back memories of their past two years together. Pictures of them together or alone, candid, posed, on vacations, at home. They always looked happy. Well, they had been happy. Orli couldn’t remember ever being miserable, not since Elijah had moved in with him. Elijah made him feel … complete.
“Hey! What?” Sam had poked him hard on the ribs.
“Look,” Sam gestured towards Elijah who was sitting at the corner of the room. He was holding Sam’s three-month-old Caitlin in his arms, playing with the baby who was gurgling happily. Elijah did indeed look adorable, cooing and making funny faces to the baby, completely unaware that he was being watched.
He looks like an angel, Orli thought. A far cry from the creature that had him totally reduced to post-orgasmic mush the night before.
“You know what? I think you two would make marvelous parents. Ever think about adopting?”
“Adopt what? A cat?” Elijah had joined them after relinquishing the baby to Sam’s husband, Jonathan.
“A baby you idiot,” Sam laughed. “I was just telling Orli what wonderful parents you two would make.”
“Nah, I don’t think so. See, I don’t even have a ring on my finger,” Elijah waved his hands in front of Sam. “I’ll consider it once I’m respectably married,” he giggled.
“Yeah but I still think you should consider getting one. You know, to cement the relationship or something.”
“We don’t need a child to cement our relationship, Sam,” Orli said, irritated.
“Okay, okay, it was just an idea. I don’t think my life with Jon would have been complete without Caitlin. Though I love him of course,” she added hastily.
“Staying over tonight Sam?” Elijah changed the subject.
“No, not tonight. We’re going to Jon’s folks after this.” Sam was already picking up Caitlin’s things which were scattered on the floor. “We’ll see you guys next week?”
“Definitely. Hey, thanks for coming.”
“Good night guys.”
~~
Their love-making that night was slow and tender. They took their time pleasuring each other, using their hands and mouth, touching and tasting, in no hurry to bring release to the other.
“Lij,” Orli whispered.
“What?”
Orli wasn’t quite sure how to put it.
“Uhm, what you said to Sam just now? About not having a ring?” Orli asked after a moment's hesitation.
Elijah paused, looking up at Orli. He had been nibbling at a particularly delicious spot just below Orli's navel.
“Why? You want to get me one? I wouldn’t say no. But then,” Elijah crept up Orli’s body, lying fully on top of his lover. “We don’t really need one, do we?”
“No, we don't need a ring," Orli said softly. “We don’t need a piece of paper and we don’t need a child to bind us together for the rest of our lives. What’s important is what we have here,” he brought Elijah’s hand to his heart, “and here,” he laid his other hand on Elijah’s temple.
Orli drew Elijah towards him, holding him close, not kissing, not doing anything, just holding, and concentrated on letting Elijah feel his love for him.
And felt the love returned.
Ties that bind.
Another day in the lives of Orli and Elijah. It is Orli's birthday. Elijah dresses, and undresses for him. No cake. The cake's still at
absolutefiction's. *pokes at abfic*
AU. Total fiction. NC- 17. Fluffy. Their other stories are :
The First Time
101 Ways To Make Love
This fic is not beta'd. Feel free to point out any bad grammars or bad lines.
((( ETA : Big hugs to
absolutefiction. You're an angel *mwah* )))Fic inspired by this pic :
“Must you wear that?” Orli sounded annoyed.
‘That’ was a completely see-through, very sexy, long-sleeved shirt. It was made of some black, lacy material that Elijah had bought without telling him.
A surprise, Elijah had said gleefully.
Elijah didn’t answer. He was standing totally naked in front of the full-length mirror in their bedroom looking utterly delicious with his roseate skin that was still slightly damp from the shower. He held out the shirt in front of him, the material soft in his hands. He glanced at Orli’s unsmiling face in the mirror. Elijah put the shirt on, buttoning it up, skipping the first and last buttons. He glanced at his boyfriend again. Orli was still glowering.
Elijah reached for the black leather pants and bent down, deliberately flipping up the back of his shirt to expose his gorgeously rounded, smooth buttocks. Orli could see part of Elijah’s sac hanging loosely between his slim thighs. Elijah spread his legs slightly and his hole opened up, perfectly sexy dirty lewd, darkly inviting.
Orli breath caught. He could feel himself stirring and hardening, his slit starting to leak. Elijah slipped on the trousers without bothering with underwear, seemingly oblivious to Orli’s arousal. He carefully zipped himself up; pushing his own half-hard cock inside. He mussed up his hair with gel, peered at the mirror and considered putting on eyeliners. Better not he thought. Elijah knew that he had almost crossed the line with the shirt. Orli didn’t like to be ostentatious, didn’t like what he called the ‘gay-look’. He himself was wearing just a plain white t-shirt and blue jeans, which at the moment had a very visible bulge at the crotch with a small wet patch on it.
Orli was still not smiling though.
Elijah sighed.
He turned and walked towards Orli who was sitting on the edge of their bed, hands clasped in front of him.
The shirt that Elijah was wearing was indeed very transparent.
And it clung.
His nipples could clearly be seen through the material, the areolas bruised and swollen. Orli had been rough the night before, suckling and biting at his nipples like a babe that had not been fed for days. Elijah didn’t mind though. He enjoyed it hard and rough just as he enjoyed it slow and gentle, and he could take whatever Orli gave to him. What he couldn’t take was a sullen Orli sulking like a ten-year-old.
“How do I look?” he asked Orli.
“Gay,” Orli answered shortly, scowling.
“Oh for heaven’s sake Orli, I am gay,” Elijah snapped, infuriated.
“Yeah but we’re going to this stripper’s club and you’re looking like, like you’re one of them-“
Elijah cut him off, “And you’re being such a fucking husband.”
“I am NOT!” Orli was stung.
Elijah bit back a rejoinder. He didn’t want a fight. In the two years they had been living together they seldom fought. Elijah certainly did not want to fight on that particular night. And especially when it was over such a stupid thing as a shirt.
Elijah kneeled and moved in between Orli’s thighs releasing Orli’s hands as he did so. He put Orli’s arms around his shoulders and wound his own around Orli’s middle.
“Come-on it’s only for tonight,” Elijah mumbled against Orli’s chest. “And you’ll be with me all the time. You can hold me like this all night long if you want and nobody would even dare take a second look at me, huh Orli?”
“It’s just that you look so ravishing, so …” Orli faltered.
“Edible?” Elijah grinned.
“Yeah, that too,” Orli smiled, his good humour restored. He could never be angry with Elijah for long.
“You can have me for dessert after we get back from the club.” Elijah whispered, nuzzling at Orli’s ear.
“I’d rather have you now as the main course,” Orli said huskily. His hands had started to wonder down Elijah’s back and he slipped a hand inside Elijah’s waistband, one finger unerringly finding Elijah’s warm cleft. Orli rubbed his finger back and forth along the cleft, not quite touching Elijah’s opening.
Elijah had to force himself to draw back.
He laughed shakily. “We have to go now or we’ll never get there.”
“I don’t understand why we have to go there. It’s my birthday, isn’t it? Don’t I get to choose my own present?” Orli grumbled but allowed himself to be pulled up by Elijah.
“Nope. It’ll be a surprise and you, babe, need to go out more. You are too straight for your own good.”
“I am?” Orli was surprised. “Isn’t that a good thing? No other man for me but you etc, etc.”
Put like that, Elijah was hard-pressed for an answer. It was true that Orli never looked at any other man but he did look at women. Not often, yes, but from time to time Elijah had caught him looking appreciatively at pretty girls. And some of the girls flirted with him even when Elijah was right there with Orli. Orli never flirted back though, not when Elijah was around anyway.
Elijah thought that he could probably deal with male rivals but girls? Orli used to be straight before he fell head over heels in love with Elijah and though Elijah honestly believed that Orli genuinely loved him, still, there had been times that he thought that Orli missed being with girls. Not that it was anything that Orli said or did; no, it was just he who still couldn’t quite believe that Orli could forget about girls, just like that.
And there was that tiny but persistent bitter voice inside of Elijah that said that if he had been a girl they would probably have been married with two kids. Instead they were just two guys living together with no permanent ties between them and Elijah just couldn’t bear the thought of Orli leaving him for a girl who could give him children. And continuity.
“Hey, why so quiet?” Orli nudged him gently.
“Nothing,” Elijah shook himself, feeling inwardly guilty for harbouring those dark thoughts when Orli was looking at him with such love in his honest eyes. “Come, let’s go. I’m driving,” Elijah said as he grabbed the car keys from the bedside table.
~~
The club was crowded but they got their seats easily. Elijah knew the owner, Leo who had greeted them effusively when they arrived. Orli looked around him. They had come here quite a number of times. Not one of Orli's favourite places but Elijah liked it.
Going to the club on the eve of Orli's birthday had been Elijah’s idea. Orli would have been quite happy to just stay at home, in bed having sex with Elijah all night long. Orli could never get enough of Elijah, would never tire of him. Elijah’s beautiful body never failed to tantalize and humble him at the same time and Orli was an ardent worshipper, or perhaps a slave, in the temple of Elijah.
There were three men in various stages of undress on the stage. Orli looked at them without much interest. One of them looked a bit like the guy who played Sawyer in ‘Lost’. Elijah seemed enraptured though, his eyes following every move.
“Hey Lij,” Orli had to shout to make himself heard above the blaring music.
“What?” Elijah answered his eyes still on the male strippers.
“I’d rather see you stripping then these guys anytime. You’d make a killing in just one night,” Orli joked.
Elijah laughed delightedly, his eyes round with mischief. “Oh but you will Orli. And I am going to make a killing.”
Orli laughed back. “You’re kidding, right?”
“Not at all.” Elijah downed his drink in one gulp.
“Elijah, that is not funny.”
Elijah had to be joking but Orli couldn’t help feeling worried. Elijah could be so impulsive at times.
“Come, follow me,” Elijah got up and dragged Orli with him. “It’s time for your gift.”
~~
Orli felt slightly dizzy. He and Elijah were in one of the club’s private rooms, away from the din and strobing, colourful lights outside. The room was quite small. Orli was sitting on a plush three-seater leather sofa. There was a round, low table in front of him with a pole that ran from the middle of it up to the ceiling. The lighting was dim and there was music piped into the room, slow Latin music that he didn’t recognize, the beat sexy and erotic.
Elijah was standing in front of him with the table in between them. He had one leg bent with his knee on the edge of the table, his back arched, smiling seductively. Orli’s heart which had been thumping fast began to beat an erratic tattoo into his mind.
His birthday present.
Tugging off his shoes, Elijah climbed onto the table. He held onto the pole and sinuously made a 360–degree turn, head thrown back, creamy throat bared to the full.
“Mr. Bloom, I am Elijah,” he purred in a low, sexy voice. “I am at your disposal tonight. Though I have to warn you, I’m expensive, very expensive. Are you sure you can afford me?”
Orlando swallowed his throat suddenly dry. He was already very hard and Elijah had not even done anything yet.
“Just do what you’re paid for, boy,” Orli played along. “I heard that you’re the best. Make me happy and you will be the richest whore this side of the world.”
Elijah smiled languidly, his eyes hooded. He parted his lips exposing small white teeth, the tip of his pink tongue flicking out slightly to lick at the gap in front. Slowly, almost lazily, he began to unbutton his shirt and he shrugged out of it, tossing it out of the way.
Orlando's heart lurched.
Elijah began unbuckling his pants and lowered down the zip. His cock jumped out from the confine of his pants, heavy and hard, the head purple and visibly throbbing. He pushed down the pants and kicked them in the general direction of his shirt.
Elijah stood in front of Orli in all his glorious nakedness, his skin glowing luminously in the dim light. His body began to move in rhythm with the music, imitating the moves made by the strippers outside. Small and lithe, Orli had never seen anybody as lissome as Elijah, nor as erotic.
Elijah’s hands went to his chest and he pinched and rolled his already erect nipples. He held out one hand to Orli while the other continued to tease his nipple.
“Give it to me.”
“What?” Orli could hardly get the word out.
“The lube. It’s in your pocket.”
Orli fumbled and almost dropped the packet.
Elijah tore it open with his teeth and squeezed the cold lube onto his hands, smearing it on his fingers. Dropping the torn packet on the table, one hand began to travel slowly down the front of his tummy towards his tuft of pubic hair, combing through it, leaving a slick, glistening path along his body. He stroked his erect shaft with his other hand and his index finger flicked at the liquid pearling at the tip. He lifted his finger to his mouth, licked it then began sucking on it, his cheeks hollowing.
Elijah turned his back to Orli, bending over. He brought one hand behind towards his buttocks and unceremoniously pushed one finger, then two deep inside his anus. Orli could hear Elijah moaning.
Fuck.
Elijah was massaging his own prostate while his other hand continued stroking himself. The sight of Elijah preparing himself, writhing and squirming in front of him with his fingers buried deep inside almost made Orli come there and then.
“Elijah.” Orli could hardly recognize his own voice. “Come down here.”
Elijah straightened and stepped down, breathless and flushed. He hunkered down and quickly unfastened Orli’s fly. He reached inside Orli’s boxers and brought out Orli’s erect and extremely wet shaft, smearing Orli with the residue of the lube. Though with the amount of pre-come that Orli was generously providing, Elijah didn’t think that they really needed the extra lube. He clambered up Orli’s lap, and with Orli steadying him at the waist, Elijah brought himself down and slowly impaled himself upon Orli’s rigid, protruding cock.
All the way in.
With Orli still fully clothed, just his jeans parted open.
Elijah’s silky hot tightness squeezed Orli’s cock, pleasuring him just this side of pain.
“Move,” Orli gasped.
Elijah moved.
Up.
And down.
All the way up again until he almost unsheathed Orli's cock, then back down until Orli was buried back down to the hilt.
Over and over again.
His bare buttocks humping and slapping against Orli’s jeans-clad thighs.
Elijah’s cock slid between their tightly mashed bodies; Orli’s shirt and Elijah’s sweaty body providing delicious, almost painful friction to Elijah’s slicked penis.
They cried out and came almost at the same time. Elijah could feel Orli’s cock erupting inside him, the ejaculate hot, the shaft pulsating. His own semen spurted out and spattered on Orli’s shirt, the fluid sticky against his own bare skin. He slumped against Orli, panting, totally spent. He was still straddling Orli and he could feel Orli diminishing inside him, Orli’s come seeping out of his anus and trickling down the inside of his thighs.
Orli pushed him away slightly and looked down in dismay at his stained shirt.
“Now how am I going to walk out of here wearing this?” he asked.
“Wanna wear my shirt?” Elijah grinned.
~~
“Doesn’t he look adorable?”
“Who?” Orli asked absent-mindedly.
It was the night after. They were having a small party at their apartment with a few close friends and family. The guests had already gone back except for Orli’s sister Samantha and her husband. Orli was flicking through the hand-bound album that Elijah had given him for his birthday. Elijah had painstakingly pasted and captioned every single photo of their lives together, arranged in chronological order, and had bound the pages himself. The result was quite spectacular, almost professional. Looking at the photos brought back memories of their past two years together. Pictures of them together or alone, candid, posed, on vacations, at home. They always looked happy. Well, they had been happy. Orli couldn’t remember ever being miserable, not since Elijah had moved in with him. Elijah made him feel … complete.
“Hey! What?” Sam had poked him hard on the ribs.
“Look,” Sam gestured towards Elijah who was sitting at the corner of the room. He was holding Sam’s three-month-old Caitlin in his arms, playing with the baby who was gurgling happily. Elijah did indeed look adorable, cooing and making funny faces to the baby, completely unaware that he was being watched.
He looks like an angel, Orli thought. A far cry from the creature that had him totally reduced to post-orgasmic mush the night before.
“You know what? I think you two would make marvelous parents. Ever think about adopting?”
“Adopt what? A cat?” Elijah had joined them after relinquishing the baby to Sam’s husband, Jonathan.
“A baby you idiot,” Sam laughed. “I was just telling Orli what wonderful parents you two would make.”
“Nah, I don’t think so. See, I don’t even have a ring on my finger,” Elijah waved his hands in front of Sam. “I’ll consider it once I’m respectably married,” he giggled.
“Yeah but I still think you should consider getting one. You know, to cement the relationship or something.”
“We don’t need a child to cement our relationship, Sam,” Orli said, irritated.
“Okay, okay, it was just an idea. I don’t think my life with Jon would have been complete without Caitlin. Though I love him of course,” she added hastily.
“Staying over tonight Sam?” Elijah changed the subject.
“No, not tonight. We’re going to Jon’s folks after this.” Sam was already picking up Caitlin’s things which were scattered on the floor. “We’ll see you guys next week?”
“Definitely. Hey, thanks for coming.”
“Good night guys.”
~~
Their love-making that night was slow and tender. They took their time pleasuring each other, using their hands and mouth, touching and tasting, in no hurry to bring release to the other.
“Lij,” Orli whispered.
“What?”
Orli wasn’t quite sure how to put it.
“Uhm, what you said to Sam just now? About not having a ring?” Orli asked after a moment's hesitation.
Elijah paused, looking up at Orli. He had been nibbling at a particularly delicious spot just below Orli's navel.
“Why? You want to get me one? I wouldn’t say no. But then,” Elijah crept up Orli’s body, lying fully on top of his lover. “We don’t really need one, do we?”
“No, we don't need a ring," Orli said softly. “We don’t need a piece of paper and we don’t need a child to bind us together for the rest of our lives. What’s important is what we have here,” he brought Elijah’s hand to his heart, “and here,” he laid his other hand on Elijah’s temple.
Orli drew Elijah towards him, holding him close, not kissing, not doing anything, just holding, and concentrated on letting Elijah feel his love for him.
And felt the love returned.
Ties that bind.
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Date: 2005-09-09 03:43 pm (UTC)That comment made me melt into a puddle of goo. Thank you love!
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