another Orlijah fic
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layne67Title : Just To Hold Him Close
Pairing : EW/OB
Rating : NC-17
LotRPS fic, AU, all made-up
Beta :![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
absolutefiction who has made this fic so much better. Thank you dearest Cindi for being with these two guys right from the very beginning. Love you much ♥
And many thanks tosurgicalsteel too, for the surgical info. Love you too!
My other fics in this universe : 101 Ways To Make Love, The First Time and Ties That Bind.
Elijah was pissed off. Really pissed off.
He had finished work more than an hour ago and had been waiting for Orli to come fetch him and still there was no sign of him. Orli was not answering his phone either; Elijah kept getting his voicemail when he tried calling him.
Elijah could have taken the bus or cab to get back home but Orli had specifically told Elijah to wait for him.
And Elijah was getting more than a little worried too. It was not like Orli to keep him waiting like this. He glanced at the screen on his cell phone for the zillionth time just in case there was a missed call or something from Orli. Highly unlikely. He had been gripping his cell in his sweaty palm the whole time.
Just at that moment the phone rang. The number displayed did not look familiar. He stabbed at the answer button.
“Orli?” he said into the phone, certain that Orli’s batteries had died and Orli was using somebody else's phone.
“Is this Mr Elijah Wood?” A woman’s voice asked.
As she spoke, Elijah’s world came crashing down.
~~~
Elijah got out from the cab and quickly paid the driver. For the life of him he couldn't remember getting into the cab in the first place.
He couldn't remember anything beyond the words said on the phone by the unknown woman, a nurse presumably.
I'm sorry sir but there has been an accident.
His limbs felt leaden, his skin clammy and cold and he felt like he was standing outside his own body, watching himself stumble into the hospital lobby. In a shaky voice he hardly recognized as his own he gave Orli's name to the woman at the reception.
Room 12, Second Floor, North Wing.
He repeated those words to himself, following the endless signboards and arrows.
Well, at least they didn't ask me to go to the mortuary, he thought wildly.
After a couple of wrong turns Elijah found himself standing outside a plain white door, the number 12 staring bleakly at him. He put his hand on the knob and found that he couldn't bring himself to turn it.
Frozen, that's what he felt. Doctors and nurses walked past him. The sounds of people talking seemed hugely amplified to his ears.
Orli, he thought. Orli is inside. Just on the other side of this door. You only have to open this door and he will be right there grinning that stupid grin of his. Or he'll probably be scowling asking what the hell took you so long to get here. Yup, that's it. Orli will be angry but he will be right as rain. That's the important thing.
Elijah opened the door and closed it softly behind him.
He saw nothing at first but more white. Everything appeared to be in white. From the bed to the floor to the ceiling. Elijah's eyes automatically went to the head of the bed where Orli's name was written in bold capitals. Followed by the name of the doctor in charge. And the abbreviationsNPO *.
His mind registered the beep beep sound of a cardiac monitor. The only sound in the room.
A heart monitor. Attached to the occupant lying so still on the narrow white bed.
Orli.
Lying on the bed with his eyes closed. His face was deathly pale. There were two drips attached to him, one on each arm. To Elijah's untrained eyes Orli seemed to be perfectly alright. No limbs broken. No bandages anywhere. But for the pallor, and the drips and the heart monitor Elijah would have thought that Orli was simply sleeping. He stared at the man lying on the bed, quite unable to move himself any nearer.
Orli's eyes fluttered open. He must have sensed Elijah standing there, staring at him.
"Hey," his voice was weak, his smile tremulous.
Elijah swallowed. He slowly went to Orli, walking on legs that suddenly seemed to be made of jelly.
"Hey yourself," he said with a hitch in his voice. "What happened?"
He sat on the chair beside the bed and took Orli's hand in both of his. So cold. Elijah bent down and kissed its knuckles, trying to warm it up with his breath.
"Drove too fast," Elijah had to strain to hear what Orli was saying. "The car in front braked suddenly. I couldn't stop in time. Crashed right into it."
Orli stopped and closed his eyes, clearly in pain.
"The doctor said that I have intestinal perforation," he continued. "They scanned me just now. I'm due for operation anytime now."
Elijah looked at Orli with fear plainly written in his eyes.
"But - " he started to say when he was interrupted by the door suddenly opening. A couple of doctors in their scrubs entered followed by a few nurses. To Elijah's befuddled mind the room was suddenly full of people. He felt that he couldn't breathe.
Dear God. They were taking Orli away from him. And the doctors were saying things to Elijah. Things that he didn't fully register. Something about Orli being in a critical condition.
Fifty-fifty...
...hope for the best...
Inform his family...
Elijah knew that he answered the doctors but couldn't recall what he said. All that he remembered was Orli's eyes looking up at him. Those deep chocolate brown eyes that usually sparkled with life, now heavily sedated with hardly any light behind them, looking at him beseechingly as if seeking for forgiveness.
Was it just last night that those very same eyes had glinted with mischief and lust as he and Orli wrestled playfully on their bed?
And was it just last night too that those very same hands had caressed every inch of Elijah's body lovingly, bringing warmth and desire to him, hands that were now so cold and so white?
~~~
"Just a little bit more," Orli said absently, his eyes fixed on the computer screen.
He was typing one-handed, finishing up a report for his father. His other hand was on Elijah's bare shoulder, kneading and massaging Elijah's tense muscles. He was becoming adept at typing one-handed. Elijah had been doing this a lot lately; lying on the sofa and burrowing his face in Orli's laps while Orli worked at the computer. He would sometimes fall asleep while waiting for Orli to finish. He had his own long days at the bookstore too.
Not tonight though.
Elijah had other things on his mind tonight.
Like sex.
They had not made love for five whole days. The bookstore where he worked was undergoing renovations and between that and Orli's never-ending projects they were too tired to do anything but cuddle and kiss.
Nice, those late night snuggles. But not nearly enough. And Elijah was feeling especially horny now. Very horny.
He burrowed his face in deeper, nuzzling at Orli's crotch and inhaling deeply. Musk. And a little bit of that Hugo Boss shower gel they were using.
Elijah was hard, just from having Orli's cock squished under his nose like that. He brought up his hand and began to fondle Orli's still soft penis through his cotton pajama bottoms.
Yup, a twitch there. Definitely a twitch.
The hand on Elijah's shoulder stilled and Elijah dropped his hand. Held his breath.
Sometimes Orli didn't like to be disturbed when he needed to meet his deadline.
Sometimes.
Not always.
Orli closed his laptop and leaned back against the sofa. Elijah couldn't see his face but he could sense that Orli was smiling. Orli continued rubbing at Elijah's shoulder, going up to the back of Elijah's neck, his hand firm and sure. His other hand started to play with Elijah's unruly hair, twirling and softly pulling it through his fingers.
Elijah purred with pleasure.
"You like that don't you, babe," Orli leaned down to plant a soft kiss on Elijah's head.
"Nnngggh. Don't stop."
Elijah's hands went up to Orli's waistband and started to pull it down. Orli obligingly lifted up his hips to accommodate Elijah. There, Orli's penis right in front of Elijah's nose, nestled in its curly, dark pubic hair.
Soft.
He's still thinking about his work Elijah thought. His own cock was as hard as a rock, now pressed painfully against the sofa inside the confines of his pants.
No matter. Elijah loved fondling Orli's soft penis. Loved the soft velvet feel of Orli, pliant in his hands. He loved giving Orli butterfly kisses on the head just at the slit, and he loved giving gentle nips along its length. Loved the way he could easily swallow him whole and feel him grew harder inside his mouth.
He watched it became longer in his hands as he squeezed and stroked Orli up and down while his mouth and tongue continued with their licking and sucking.
It took less than a minute for Orli's cock to tranform from being soft and pink to the hard, throbbing, purplish-red organ, now almost triple its original length. Standing up proudly along Orli's abdomen, glistening wet; his pre-come mixed with Elijah's saliva.
Mine, all mine, Elijah proudly thought.
Nobody else would see his Orli like this; leaning back with his eyes half-closed, whimpering with his pajama bottoms down his ankles. Open and vulnerable with his leaking erection and his thighs parted.
Only Elijah could bring him to his release and gave him the ultimate sexual pleasure.
Only Elijah would know the taste of Orli's most intimate essence.
Just as Orli would be the only one to know Elijah at his most vulnerable and intimate moment.
Orli groaned as Elijah continued with his ministrations. His head bobbed up and down, swallowing Orli easily down his throat, one hand gripping Orli by the root, the other squeezing Orli's buttocks. Any minute now. Elijah could feel it in the way Orli's cheek tightened under his hand, the way Orli's breath alternately caught and quickened.
"Stop," Orli gasped. "Stop."
He wriggled his feet out of his pajama bottoms and tugged off his top. He squirmed his body under Elijah's in the sixty-nine position, taking off Elijah's drawstring pants. Elijah's cock leaped right into Orli's mouth and he took Elijah straight down his throat.
Elijah hips went up and down, frantically fucking Orli's mouth while his own mouth was being fucked by Orli. Their bodies moved together in a well-choreographed dance of love, thighs wound tight over each other's sweaty necks and shoulders, arms around each other's hips, each knowing the other's body better than they knew their own.
Elijah felt the warm spurts of Orli's come inside his mouth just before his own ejaculate flooded Orli's mouth. They swallowed and swallowed, milking each other dry until there was nothing left and they grew soft inside each other's mouths. Panting, they stayed that way with Elijah slumped on top, too exhausted to move, but completely sated and happy.
~~~
"Elijah."
Elijah started. Someone was shaking his shoulder gently. He rubbed at his eyes. They were wet with tears. He didn't even realize that he had been crying.
"Lij?"
It was his sister Hannah. Orli's sister Sam was there too, her eyes swollen and red. Orli's parents were not there yet. They were on their way home from Australia, on the earliest flight available.
He looked at his watch. Almost two hours had passed and still there was no word from the OT.
"Have you had your dinner?" Hannah asked, concerned.
"I'm not hungry," Elijah mumbled into his hands.
"Please Lij, you must have something to eat or you'll pass out."
"Not now. I'll puke if I eat anything."
Hannah looked helplessly at Sam who wasn't looking any better herself. Sam shook her head, mouthing silently, Let him be. She got up and sat beside Elijah, putting an arm around him. Elijah didn't say anything. He wished he had the words to comfort her. He knew how close Orli was to Sam but words failed him.
So they just sat there, the three of them, each deep in their own thoughts. Saying nothing. Waiting.
Another hour passed.
And another.
Elijah stood up, rubbing his tired eyes. His legs had gone numb from sitting too long. He was just thinking of going out for a while when the door to the waiting room opened. Elijah's heart leaped to his mouth when he saw that it was Orli's doctor. At last.
The doctor immediately went to Elijah, recognizing him from their earlier encounter. Elijah looked at her anxiously, trying to gauge what the news would be from the doctor's expression. She looked grave but not grim.
"Mr Wood?"
Elijah nodded wordlessly. Hannah and Sam were on either side of him, both girls clutching his arms so tightly that surely he would be left with bruises.
"I’m happy to say that the operation went well and Mr Bloom is in fairly stable condition right now. He has a tear at the duodenum; that’s the first part of his small intestine," the doctor was speaking slowly and clearly and Elijah was grateful for that. He was finding it quite hard to follow what the doctor was saying beyond the words went well and stable.
"Luckily he was brought in early and luckily too he has no other injuries. No head or chest injuries and when we opened him up everything else inside were intact. However," here the doctor paused and looked, really looked at Elijah’s tired face, "I think we better go and have a seat."
She led them to the seats and continued, "This type of injury has quite a high morbidity and mortality rate."
Scared, Elijah started to say something but the doctor stopped him. "The good news is that the tear is quite straightforward and we were able to do a simple repair with pyloric exclusion."
Elijah didn’t say anything, just sat looking as blank as Hannah and Sam. The doctor pulled out a notebook from her pocket, flipped to a page and started to draw something on it.
“Here,” she pointed out. “Here’s the tear, we’ve repaired that and what we did was anastomose this part of the stomach to this second part of the small intestine bypassing the duodenum, therefore resting that part of the injured area. With good hospital care Mr Bloom should be alright plus he’s a healthy young man so we’re not really expecting any problems.”
She stopped and took a deep breath.
“Nonetheless, you must know that complications do happen and I want you to be prepared for them,” she said, looking carefully at each of them.
“Any questions?”
“H-how,” Elijah stammered, “how long must he stay here if he does not have any complications?”
“A week at the very least. One month tops.”
A month.
That was not too bad.
Elijah could take that. He could take it even if the doctor said six months. Or a year.
As long as Orli was not going to die.
As long as Orli was not going to leave him alone forever.
Life without Orli would be unthinkable.
Life without Orli would be unfeasible.
Elijah drew a long, shuddering breath.
~~~
Elijah wiped his brow and flopped down on the armchair in the living-room. He had spent the day spring-cleaning the apartment and he was dead tired. His whole body ached and his clothes clung uncomfortably to his body.
But his heart was singing.
Orli was coming back the next day. The doctors had pronounced him well and healthy and his injuries fully healed. True, Orli had lost a lot of weight and his body was still weak. But he could now eat normally and he had regained some of his colours, no longer looking like the living dead.
Elijah felt like doing a jig and singing and laughing out loud. And he would too if he wasn't feeling too exhausted even to get up.
Oh God. How he missed Orli.
Not that he didn't see Orli. He saw Orli everyday at the hospital, sleeping at the hospital more often than not. Sam or Orli's mother would sometimes force him to go back home but Orli wanted Elijah there. Elijah wanted to be there. He had had a reclining chair brought in and he would sleep beside Orli's bed, waking up at Orli's slightest movement.
The nurses there had joked that they would have to give him part of their pay since Elijah did almost everything himself, from cleaning him up, feeding him to helping Orli relieve himself.
The first week was the hardest. Elijah took the whole week off from work to be with Orli all the time. Orli was in pain most of the time and there were tense moments when he had spiking temperatures. And the vomitings. Elijah would anxiously scrutinize Orli’s vomits for anything that looked remotely like blood. During the second week Orli’s vomitings grew less and he no longer had any fever. By that time Orli was already complaining about the bland hospital food.
Elijah was idiotically pleased with Orli's complaining. That was better, much better than Orli's silence. He was scared to see Orli so withdrawn and in so much pain the first few days after the operation. His colour slowly returned to normal and after a week he had asked Elijah to lie down beside him on the narrow hospital bed.
Elijah had lain down cautiously beside Orli, careful not to hurt him. Orli might not have been in constant pain anymore but the long surgical scar on his abdomen still looked fresh. And he hated the sight of the two ugly-looking tubes going in and out of Orli’s abdomen. He had gently put his arm across Orli's chest and had started to nuzzle Orli's ear when the door suddenly opened. A nurse had come bustling in with her charts and drugs trolley and a cheery hello. Elijah had hastily scrambled out of the bed, both him and the nurse blushing furiously. Orli had simply laughed, wincing at the pain made by the sudden movement.
The nurses had soon learned to knock discreetly before entering to take Orli's vital stats, and most of them no longer batted their eyelashes whenever they found Elijah and Orli snogging on the bed.
But at that moment with Orli to return home soon, Elijah smiled to himself, remembering.
Three weeks, he sighed.
Orli would be back after three very long weeks away from home. Orli would soon be home and things would go back to its normal routine.
Back in their own safe haven.
~~~
"Elijah!" Orli was laughing so hard that it hurt. "You - you put me down right this very minute."
"Nope," Elijah laughed back. "And be thankful that I didn't do this at the hospital."
"That's because you were scared that you'd fall flat on your butts, you twit."
Orli was struggling to get down but failing. Not that he was trying very hard. It felt good actually, to be carried like this by Elijah. Nonetheless he was thankful they didn't meet anyone on their way to their apartment from the elevator. They must have looked quite a sight; his smaller boyfriend carrying him as if Orli was the bride and Elijah the groom.
Elijah didn't have any trouble carrying Orli like that; a thing that he would never thought of doing before the accident. He had hidden his dismay when he felt how light Orli was, how easy it had been to heave Orli in his arms. Orli looked much better now though, despite his thinness, laughing with the old sparkle back in his eyes and his cheeks flushing with embarrassment.
Once inside, Elijah gently put Orli down on the sofa in their living-room, carefully arranging a throw on Orli's laps. The surgeons had removed Orli’s tubes before he was discharged, much to Elijah’s relief.
"Do you want anything?" Elijah asked. "I can make you something if you're hungry."
"Stop fussing, Lij. And no, I don’t want anything." Orli held out his hand towards Elijah, his eyes soft. "Come here."
Elijah went to Orli and cautiously climbed into his laps. He wrapped his arms around Orli's neck and leaned in against his chest. He felt Orli's arms went around him, holding him tight.
"Oh Elijah," Orli muttered, burying his nose in Elijah's hair. "I miss you so very much."
Elijah looked up and they kissed. Their first real kiss since the accident. It began softly with just their lips touching, then their tongues until it slowly built up into a deep and passionate kiss. Elijah felt desire stirring from deep within him but forced himself to still it. Orli needed to regain his strength first and Elijah was prepared to wait.
For now, having Orli back and well was more than enough.
To have Orli to cuddle and snuggle in their own home was more than Elijah could ask for now.
To hold and to be held close, like this.
Anything else could wait. Orli was not going anywhere.
And neither was he.
~Fin.
AN : NPO - Nil Per Os. That means the patient can't take anything orally, usually pre-op.
Pairing : EW/OB
Rating : NC-17
LotRPS fic, AU, all made-up
Beta :
absolutefiction who has made this fic so much better. Thank you dearest Cindi for being with these two guys right from the very beginning. Love you much ♥And many thanks to
surgicalsteel too, for the surgical info. Love you too!My other fics in this universe : 101 Ways To Make Love, The First Time and Ties That Bind.
Elijah was pissed off. Really pissed off.
He had finished work more than an hour ago and had been waiting for Orli to come fetch him and still there was no sign of him. Orli was not answering his phone either; Elijah kept getting his voicemail when he tried calling him.
Elijah could have taken the bus or cab to get back home but Orli had specifically told Elijah to wait for him.
And Elijah was getting more than a little worried too. It was not like Orli to keep him waiting like this. He glanced at the screen on his cell phone for the zillionth time just in case there was a missed call or something from Orli. Highly unlikely. He had been gripping his cell in his sweaty palm the whole time.
Just at that moment the phone rang. The number displayed did not look familiar. He stabbed at the answer button.
“Orli?” he said into the phone, certain that Orli’s batteries had died and Orli was using somebody else's phone.
“Is this Mr Elijah Wood?” A woman’s voice asked.
As she spoke, Elijah’s world came crashing down.
Elijah got out from the cab and quickly paid the driver. For the life of him he couldn't remember getting into the cab in the first place.
He couldn't remember anything beyond the words said on the phone by the unknown woman, a nurse presumably.
I'm sorry sir but there has been an accident.
His limbs felt leaden, his skin clammy and cold and he felt like he was standing outside his own body, watching himself stumble into the hospital lobby. In a shaky voice he hardly recognized as his own he gave Orli's name to the woman at the reception.
Room 12, Second Floor, North Wing.
He repeated those words to himself, following the endless signboards and arrows.
Well, at least they didn't ask me to go to the mortuary, he thought wildly.
After a couple of wrong turns Elijah found himself standing outside a plain white door, the number 12 staring bleakly at him. He put his hand on the knob and found that he couldn't bring himself to turn it.
Frozen, that's what he felt. Doctors and nurses walked past him. The sounds of people talking seemed hugely amplified to his ears.
Orli, he thought. Orli is inside. Just on the other side of this door. You only have to open this door and he will be right there grinning that stupid grin of his. Or he'll probably be scowling asking what the hell took you so long to get here. Yup, that's it. Orli will be angry but he will be right as rain. That's the important thing.
Elijah opened the door and closed it softly behind him.
He saw nothing at first but more white. Everything appeared to be in white. From the bed to the floor to the ceiling. Elijah's eyes automatically went to the head of the bed where Orli's name was written in bold capitals. Followed by the name of the doctor in charge. And the abbreviations
His mind registered the beep beep sound of a cardiac monitor. The only sound in the room.
A heart monitor. Attached to the occupant lying so still on the narrow white bed.
Orli.
Lying on the bed with his eyes closed. His face was deathly pale. There were two drips attached to him, one on each arm. To Elijah's untrained eyes Orli seemed to be perfectly alright. No limbs broken. No bandages anywhere. But for the pallor, and the drips and the heart monitor Elijah would have thought that Orli was simply sleeping. He stared at the man lying on the bed, quite unable to move himself any nearer.
Orli's eyes fluttered open. He must have sensed Elijah standing there, staring at him.
"Hey," his voice was weak, his smile tremulous.
Elijah swallowed. He slowly went to Orli, walking on legs that suddenly seemed to be made of jelly.
"Hey yourself," he said with a hitch in his voice. "What happened?"
He sat on the chair beside the bed and took Orli's hand in both of his. So cold. Elijah bent down and kissed its knuckles, trying to warm it up with his breath.
"Drove too fast," Elijah had to strain to hear what Orli was saying. "The car in front braked suddenly. I couldn't stop in time. Crashed right into it."
Orli stopped and closed his eyes, clearly in pain.
"The doctor said that I have intestinal perforation," he continued. "They scanned me just now. I'm due for operation anytime now."
Elijah looked at Orli with fear plainly written in his eyes.
"But - " he started to say when he was interrupted by the door suddenly opening. A couple of doctors in their scrubs entered followed by a few nurses. To Elijah's befuddled mind the room was suddenly full of people. He felt that he couldn't breathe.
Dear God. They were taking Orli away from him. And the doctors were saying things to Elijah. Things that he didn't fully register. Something about Orli being in a critical condition.
Fifty-fifty...
...hope for the best...
Inform his family...
Elijah knew that he answered the doctors but couldn't recall what he said. All that he remembered was Orli's eyes looking up at him. Those deep chocolate brown eyes that usually sparkled with life, now heavily sedated with hardly any light behind them, looking at him beseechingly as if seeking for forgiveness.
Was it just last night that those very same eyes had glinted with mischief and lust as he and Orli wrestled playfully on their bed?
And was it just last night too that those very same hands had caressed every inch of Elijah's body lovingly, bringing warmth and desire to him, hands that were now so cold and so white?
"Just a little bit more," Orli said absently, his eyes fixed on the computer screen.
He was typing one-handed, finishing up a report for his father. His other hand was on Elijah's bare shoulder, kneading and massaging Elijah's tense muscles. He was becoming adept at typing one-handed. Elijah had been doing this a lot lately; lying on the sofa and burrowing his face in Orli's laps while Orli worked at the computer. He would sometimes fall asleep while waiting for Orli to finish. He had his own long days at the bookstore too.
Not tonight though.
Elijah had other things on his mind tonight.
Like sex.
They had not made love for five whole days. The bookstore where he worked was undergoing renovations and between that and Orli's never-ending projects they were too tired to do anything but cuddle and kiss.
Nice, those late night snuggles. But not nearly enough. And Elijah was feeling especially horny now. Very horny.
He burrowed his face in deeper, nuzzling at Orli's crotch and inhaling deeply. Musk. And a little bit of that Hugo Boss shower gel they were using.
Elijah was hard, just from having Orli's cock squished under his nose like that. He brought up his hand and began to fondle Orli's still soft penis through his cotton pajama bottoms.
Yup, a twitch there. Definitely a twitch.
The hand on Elijah's shoulder stilled and Elijah dropped his hand. Held his breath.
Sometimes Orli didn't like to be disturbed when he needed to meet his deadline.
Sometimes.
Not always.
Orli closed his laptop and leaned back against the sofa. Elijah couldn't see his face but he could sense that Orli was smiling. Orli continued rubbing at Elijah's shoulder, going up to the back of Elijah's neck, his hand firm and sure. His other hand started to play with Elijah's unruly hair, twirling and softly pulling it through his fingers.
Elijah purred with pleasure.
"You like that don't you, babe," Orli leaned down to plant a soft kiss on Elijah's head.
"Nnngggh. Don't stop."
Elijah's hands went up to Orli's waistband and started to pull it down. Orli obligingly lifted up his hips to accommodate Elijah. There, Orli's penis right in front of Elijah's nose, nestled in its curly, dark pubic hair.
Soft.
He's still thinking about his work Elijah thought. His own cock was as hard as a rock, now pressed painfully against the sofa inside the confines of his pants.
No matter. Elijah loved fondling Orli's soft penis. Loved the soft velvet feel of Orli, pliant in his hands. He loved giving Orli butterfly kisses on the head just at the slit, and he loved giving gentle nips along its length. Loved the way he could easily swallow him whole and feel him grew harder inside his mouth.
He watched it became longer in his hands as he squeezed and stroked Orli up and down while his mouth and tongue continued with their licking and sucking.
It took less than a minute for Orli's cock to tranform from being soft and pink to the hard, throbbing, purplish-red organ, now almost triple its original length. Standing up proudly along Orli's abdomen, glistening wet; his pre-come mixed with Elijah's saliva.
Mine, all mine, Elijah proudly thought.
Nobody else would see his Orli like this; leaning back with his eyes half-closed, whimpering with his pajama bottoms down his ankles. Open and vulnerable with his leaking erection and his thighs parted.
Only Elijah could bring him to his release and gave him the ultimate sexual pleasure.
Only Elijah would know the taste of Orli's most intimate essence.
Just as Orli would be the only one to know Elijah at his most vulnerable and intimate moment.
Orli groaned as Elijah continued with his ministrations. His head bobbed up and down, swallowing Orli easily down his throat, one hand gripping Orli by the root, the other squeezing Orli's buttocks. Any minute now. Elijah could feel it in the way Orli's cheek tightened under his hand, the way Orli's breath alternately caught and quickened.
"Stop," Orli gasped. "Stop."
He wriggled his feet out of his pajama bottoms and tugged off his top. He squirmed his body under Elijah's in the sixty-nine position, taking off Elijah's drawstring pants. Elijah's cock leaped right into Orli's mouth and he took Elijah straight down his throat.
Elijah hips went up and down, frantically fucking Orli's mouth while his own mouth was being fucked by Orli. Their bodies moved together in a well-choreographed dance of love, thighs wound tight over each other's sweaty necks and shoulders, arms around each other's hips, each knowing the other's body better than they knew their own.
Elijah felt the warm spurts of Orli's come inside his mouth just before his own ejaculate flooded Orli's mouth. They swallowed and swallowed, milking each other dry until there was nothing left and they grew soft inside each other's mouths. Panting, they stayed that way with Elijah slumped on top, too exhausted to move, but completely sated and happy.
"Elijah."
Elijah started. Someone was shaking his shoulder gently. He rubbed at his eyes. They were wet with tears. He didn't even realize that he had been crying.
"Lij?"
It was his sister Hannah. Orli's sister Sam was there too, her eyes swollen and red. Orli's parents were not there yet. They were on their way home from Australia, on the earliest flight available.
He looked at his watch. Almost two hours had passed and still there was no word from the OT.
"Have you had your dinner?" Hannah asked, concerned.
"I'm not hungry," Elijah mumbled into his hands.
"Please Lij, you must have something to eat or you'll pass out."
"Not now. I'll puke if I eat anything."
Hannah looked helplessly at Sam who wasn't looking any better herself. Sam shook her head, mouthing silently, Let him be. She got up and sat beside Elijah, putting an arm around him. Elijah didn't say anything. He wished he had the words to comfort her. He knew how close Orli was to Sam but words failed him.
So they just sat there, the three of them, each deep in their own thoughts. Saying nothing. Waiting.
Another hour passed.
And another.
Elijah stood up, rubbing his tired eyes. His legs had gone numb from sitting too long. He was just thinking of going out for a while when the door to the waiting room opened. Elijah's heart leaped to his mouth when he saw that it was Orli's doctor. At last.
The doctor immediately went to Elijah, recognizing him from their earlier encounter. Elijah looked at her anxiously, trying to gauge what the news would be from the doctor's expression. She looked grave but not grim.
"Mr Wood?"
Elijah nodded wordlessly. Hannah and Sam were on either side of him, both girls clutching his arms so tightly that surely he would be left with bruises.
"I’m happy to say that the operation went well and Mr Bloom is in fairly stable condition right now. He has a tear at the duodenum; that’s the first part of his small intestine," the doctor was speaking slowly and clearly and Elijah was grateful for that. He was finding it quite hard to follow what the doctor was saying beyond the words went well and stable.
"Luckily he was brought in early and luckily too he has no other injuries. No head or chest injuries and when we opened him up everything else inside were intact. However," here the doctor paused and looked, really looked at Elijah’s tired face, "I think we better go and have a seat."
She led them to the seats and continued, "This type of injury has quite a high morbidity and mortality rate."
Scared, Elijah started to say something but the doctor stopped him. "The good news is that the tear is quite straightforward and we were able to do a simple repair with pyloric exclusion."
Elijah didn’t say anything, just sat looking as blank as Hannah and Sam. The doctor pulled out a notebook from her pocket, flipped to a page and started to draw something on it.
“Here,” she pointed out. “Here’s the tear, we’ve repaired that and what we did was anastomose this part of the stomach to this second part of the small intestine bypassing the duodenum, therefore resting that part of the injured area. With good hospital care Mr Bloom should be alright plus he’s a healthy young man so we’re not really expecting any problems.”
She stopped and took a deep breath.
“Nonetheless, you must know that complications do happen and I want you to be prepared for them,” she said, looking carefully at each of them.
“Any questions?”
“H-how,” Elijah stammered, “how long must he stay here if he does not have any complications?”
“A week at the very least. One month tops.”
A month.
That was not too bad.
Elijah could take that. He could take it even if the doctor said six months. Or a year.
As long as Orli was not going to die.
As long as Orli was not going to leave him alone forever.
Life without Orli would be unthinkable.
Life without Orli would be unfeasible.
Elijah drew a long, shuddering breath.
Elijah wiped his brow and flopped down on the armchair in the living-room. He had spent the day spring-cleaning the apartment and he was dead tired. His whole body ached and his clothes clung uncomfortably to his body.
But his heart was singing.
Orli was coming back the next day. The doctors had pronounced him well and healthy and his injuries fully healed. True, Orli had lost a lot of weight and his body was still weak. But he could now eat normally and he had regained some of his colours, no longer looking like the living dead.
Elijah felt like doing a jig and singing and laughing out loud. And he would too if he wasn't feeling too exhausted even to get up.
Oh God. How he missed Orli.
Not that he didn't see Orli. He saw Orli everyday at the hospital, sleeping at the hospital more often than not. Sam or Orli's mother would sometimes force him to go back home but Orli wanted Elijah there. Elijah wanted to be there. He had had a reclining chair brought in and he would sleep beside Orli's bed, waking up at Orli's slightest movement.
The nurses there had joked that they would have to give him part of their pay since Elijah did almost everything himself, from cleaning him up, feeding him to helping Orli relieve himself.
The first week was the hardest. Elijah took the whole week off from work to be with Orli all the time. Orli was in pain most of the time and there were tense moments when he had spiking temperatures. And the vomitings. Elijah would anxiously scrutinize Orli’s vomits for anything that looked remotely like blood. During the second week Orli’s vomitings grew less and he no longer had any fever. By that time Orli was already complaining about the bland hospital food.
Elijah was idiotically pleased with Orli's complaining. That was better, much better than Orli's silence. He was scared to see Orli so withdrawn and in so much pain the first few days after the operation. His colour slowly returned to normal and after a week he had asked Elijah to lie down beside him on the narrow hospital bed.
Elijah had lain down cautiously beside Orli, careful not to hurt him. Orli might not have been in constant pain anymore but the long surgical scar on his abdomen still looked fresh. And he hated the sight of the two ugly-looking tubes going in and out of Orli’s abdomen. He had gently put his arm across Orli's chest and had started to nuzzle Orli's ear when the door suddenly opened. A nurse had come bustling in with her charts and drugs trolley and a cheery hello. Elijah had hastily scrambled out of the bed, both him and the nurse blushing furiously. Orli had simply laughed, wincing at the pain made by the sudden movement.
The nurses had soon learned to knock discreetly before entering to take Orli's vital stats, and most of them no longer batted their eyelashes whenever they found Elijah and Orli snogging on the bed.
But at that moment with Orli to return home soon, Elijah smiled to himself, remembering.
Three weeks, he sighed.
Orli would be back after three very long weeks away from home. Orli would soon be home and things would go back to its normal routine.
Back in their own safe haven.
"Elijah!" Orli was laughing so hard that it hurt. "You - you put me down right this very minute."
"Nope," Elijah laughed back. "And be thankful that I didn't do this at the hospital."
"That's because you were scared that you'd fall flat on your butts, you twit."
Orli was struggling to get down but failing. Not that he was trying very hard. It felt good actually, to be carried like this by Elijah. Nonetheless he was thankful they didn't meet anyone on their way to their apartment from the elevator. They must have looked quite a sight; his smaller boyfriend carrying him as if Orli was the bride and Elijah the groom.
Elijah didn't have any trouble carrying Orli like that; a thing that he would never thought of doing before the accident. He had hidden his dismay when he felt how light Orli was, how easy it had been to heave Orli in his arms. Orli looked much better now though, despite his thinness, laughing with the old sparkle back in his eyes and his cheeks flushing with embarrassment.
Once inside, Elijah gently put Orli down on the sofa in their living-room, carefully arranging a throw on Orli's laps. The surgeons had removed Orli’s tubes before he was discharged, much to Elijah’s relief.
"Do you want anything?" Elijah asked. "I can make you something if you're hungry."
"Stop fussing, Lij. And no, I don’t want anything." Orli held out his hand towards Elijah, his eyes soft. "Come here."
Elijah went to Orli and cautiously climbed into his laps. He wrapped his arms around Orli's neck and leaned in against his chest. He felt Orli's arms went around him, holding him tight.
"Oh Elijah," Orli muttered, burying his nose in Elijah's hair. "I miss you so very much."
Elijah looked up and they kissed. Their first real kiss since the accident. It began softly with just their lips touching, then their tongues until it slowly built up into a deep and passionate kiss. Elijah felt desire stirring from deep within him but forced himself to still it. Orli needed to regain his strength first and Elijah was prepared to wait.
For now, having Orli back and well was more than enough.
To have Orli to cuddle and snuggle in their own home was more than Elijah could ask for now.
To hold and to be held close, like this.
Anything else could wait. Orli was not going anywhere.
And neither was he.
~Fin.
AN : NPO - Nil Per Os. That means the patient can't take anything orally, usually pre-op.
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Date: 2005-12-21 07:31 am (UTC)I will definitely go to the other fics as well!
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Date: 2005-12-21 08:34 am (UTC)*kisses and hugs*
*mwah mwah*