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Want. Dom. NOW!!!
He's just so damned hot I can't stand it, and all this waiting for March is going to my head. Also. TOM! Call me!!! I called him for like 15 minutes today, but I need more company than that to stop me going crazy. I've been puppysitting again today. Watched City by the Sea, which wasn't as bad as the critics said. Robert DeNiro sleepwalked through it, but James Franco and Eliza Dushku were great in it. Also watched Monster's Inc (everytime I watch it Sully reminds me of Tom more and more) and Hercules (the Disney version, which is so historically incorrect but Hades *rocks*.) Oh, also, in that? The voice of one of the little demony things is Animal from Police Academy 2. I could so tell. *proud*
Good Omens is going well so far. It's much easier than the Discworld series, and Crowley is cool. I just love fallen angels.
Title: Birthday Boy
Rating: R
Pairing: Orlijah, Monaboyd
Author's notes: Rare pairings from me, plus Orlando stripping and SMUT!! A present for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
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contrelamontre. 4 boys, 3 red objects, 2 instances of striking fashion sense, 1 violin. Written in 46 minutes, but don't tell anyone.
naughtyevil's outlines:
dom/billAH/orli/lijah
A red scarfe, a little toy fire engine, and blood
the red scarfe with a black suit and a firemans outfit (possibly a stripper)
and a violin just for violins sake
it's someone's birthday, and the stripper's wearing the fireman's uniform.
Birthday Boy
"Ow, jesus fuck Orlando!" Elijah yelled, taking a swipe at the taller man with one hand while keeping the middle finger of the other firmly lodged in his mouth. For his part, Orlando was looking sheepish and deeply apologetic. He ducked away from Elijah's flailing arm and grabbed him from behind, pulling Elijah's hand from his mouth. Elijah huffed at him, but allowed him to inspect the injured finger.
"Oi, quit bleeding on my bloody carpet," said Billy contritely, pushing Elijah back onto the couch and wrapping a towel around his finger.
"It's not that bad, really," Orlando said in relief. "It's bleeding a lot but it's really not much more than a nick." A spot of blood seeped through the towel as if determined to prove him wrong, then grew quickly with his anxiety. "I think. I'm really sorry, Elijah."
Elijah sighed loudly and smacked his lips against Orlando's. "Just be more careful where you point those things," he said, pointing to the scissors still resting in Orlando's hand. Promptly, Orlando dropped them onto the table like a hot potato. Billy glared at him.
"That table was me mam's, you great git. It's an heirloom," he said proudly of the dull, somewhat worse-for-wear coffee table. Orlando made a mental note to get it refurbished at some point.
"It's not my fault you tie your ribbons so damn tight," Orlando replied, but there was a note of teasing in his voice that indicated a return to the carefree ease of the night preceding his accident with Elijah's finger. Billy rolled his eyes and grabbed the present from the table, snapping the ribbon with his bare hands. Orlando flushed, looking at Elijah.
"You right to open it with that finger?" he asked, but Elijah ignored him and ripped greedily at the paper. Sighing, Orli looked on with feigned disinterest. He knew as soon as he saw the polished dark wood what Billy had bought for Elijah, and silently cursed himself for not getting a more thoughtful present than the compilation CD as Elijah's eyes grew wide and his smile grew wider.
Elijah threw himself at Billy, his arms so tight around Billy's neck that the Scot was starting to turn an alarming shade of red. "Bill, it's beautiful!" he exclaimed, kissing Billy's cheek with abounding enthusiasm. Billy smiled back, both with relief at being able to breathe again and at his friend's happiness.
"Well, you said you wanted to learn," he beamed, picking the expensive violin up and toying with the bow. "I didn't know much about them, but the woman at the shop said this was the b--" His last word was interrupted by the loud tone of the doorbell. Elijah jumped to his feet, running to the door. He threw it open to reveal someone wearing a black suit and hat and a sharply contrasting red scarf. The someone lifted his head to reveal eyes lined heavily with liquid eyeliner and a grin to match Elijah's.
"Sblomie!" Billy called happily, at the same time as Dom exclaimed "Happy birthday Lijah!" Elijah and Dom shared a brief but grabby hug, then Dom pulled away and his grin turned slightly more mischevous. Orlando sighed loudly again, and Billy raised his eyebrows at him, but Elijah remained completely oblivious, delighting in the presence of his friend. "Bought you a birthday present," Dom said in a his low drawl that sent a slight tugging sensation through Billy's cock. He shifted, and now it was Orlando's turn to raise his eyebrows. Billy ignored him.
Soon Orlando and Billy weren't paying attention to anything but the hulk of a man now ducking through Elijah's doorway, smiling disarmingly down at him from a considerable height. "You must be the birthday boy," the stripper said to Elijah, handing him a bunch of flowers and tipping his fireman's helmet. "My name's Luke. I'm here to provide some, uh--entertainment."
Elijah's face went bright red, and Orlando could just imagine the colour spreading down his neck to his pale chest. When Elijah blushed he did the job properly. Luke chuckled at him and closed the door behind, while Dom pushed Elijah into one of the errant dining chairs in Billy's living room. "My present to you, my friend," he said with a grin, and flicked the switch on the CD player. Grimacing, he flicked to the third CD, fifth song, then smiled to himself. Elijah was so predictable, and Billy so generous, allowing him to take over Billy's CD player. "It's Raining Men" belted from the speakers. He walked away then, patting Orlando's cheek on the way to sit in Billy's lap. They kissed quickly, but Billy could only hold Dominic's attention for a moment before the show Luke was putting on stole it away.
When Luke said entertainment, he wasn't wrong. He danced like a wet dream, grinding in Elijah's lap and grabbing his crotch, always with that disarming smile. He had perfect teeth, curly hair and a certain charm to him that all the boys found themselves drawn to. And he was very, very good at what he did. Elijah was almost salivating by the time the fireman's uniform was on the floor. Orlando didn't even bother to turn and glare at Dom, feeling Dom's stare on the back of his head. He clenched his jaw and ignored it, trying not to let the green eyed monster in his belly escape.
Dom protested loudly as Luke pulled the red scarf from around his neck, leaning over to whisper in his ear "Don't worry, it didn't match anyway." He took the scarf over to Elijah and wrapped it around him from behind, then, getting a better idea, tied Elijah's hands to the chair's arms. Orlando gritted his teeth a little harder while Elijah blushed again, laughing nervously, watching Luke's continuing dance, enthralled.
Elijah giggled a little as Luke threw his tight white underwear at him, and Billy and Dom nudged each other, Billy's jaw agape at the sheer size of Dom's stripper. It seemed he'd made the right choice. Elijah was hooting and grinning when the song finally played out.
Dom saw Luke out, thanking him and promising to call next time he was in town. When Billy looked at him questioningly he smiled. "Don't worry, we went out way before I started seeing you," he informed Billy, who made a vague noise of protest before Dom bounced over to him and kissed him, hard. He turned in Billy's arms and held out a small red toy firetruck. "A little present from my present," he said seriously to Elijah, his eyes sparkling. "So you don't forget what I did for you."
"Well fuck this, it's my turn," said Orlando, masking his anger with what he hoped was a playful tone. Elijah looked at him, startled, one hand still tied to the arm of his chair. Orli flicked on a different CD, playing something low and dangerous with a thumping beat that Dom definitely hadn't heard in Elijah's CD collection before. He started when he realised that it must have been something Orlando gave him. Then something in his brain clicked and he finally understood Orlando's behaviour of late.
Orlando was, as usual, dressed in more layers than was entirely necessary indoors, and he started by removing the leather belt from his waist. His hips rocked in a fluid motion and Elijah couldn't help but stare, even more than he had with Luke. Orli really knew what he was doing. The jacket went next, and then Orlando pulled his shirt up, showing a flat stomach and one nipple before he let it fall again. Elijah realised suddenly that his mouth was still open and shut it with a snap. Orlando noticed this and smiled.
He moved behind Elijah, so that even when turning his head as far as possible Elijah could only make out one side of him. He leant down and licked at Elijah's ear, hissing into it, "This is my birthday present." Then he spun back in front of him and unbuttoned his shirt. Leaving it unbuttoned, he undid the zipper on his fly languidly with one hand, reaching behind him and removing Dom's hat without looking with the other.
"Hey, why does everyone want my clothes as addition to their act?" Dom whined, his pleas falling on deaf ears. Billy and Elijah were staring unashamedly at Orlando's naked torso, and Orli flipped the hat onto his head with a dark look in his eyes, then let the jeans fall to the floor. He was only wearing boxers, as usual, and his socks reached halfway up his shins, but Elijah still thought he was possibly the most beautiful thing he'd seen in his life, except for this one sunrise in New Zealand in August.
His thoughts were yanked back into the present by the simple action of Orlando finally removing his white shirt, leaving his tanned arms and back naked. Billy and Dom gaped at the rippling muscles on Orlando's back, completely forgetting each other. Elijah just stared.
The socks were gone faster than Elijah could blink. One of Orlando's long thumbs edged towards the hem of his boxers, pulling at the elastic, dangerously close to his cock. The boxers rode low on his hips. He leaned over and bit Elijah's lower lip, then slipped his tongue into the younger man's mouth. Elijah yelped but accepted, kissing Orlando back with intensity, enjoying the feel of Orlando's alcohol-heavy tongue against his own. He was panting when Orli pulled away.
"Happy birthday," Orli said breathily, dropping his boxers to the ground. After a moment, Dom and Billy grabbed each other's arms and nodded to each other. Billy grabbed his wallet from the table as they ran to the door, Dom whispering to him about what he was going to do once they got to the hotel. Dominic managed a lewd "Have a good night, boys, and we'll see you tomorrow" as the two of them left Billy's house.
Orlando growled low in his throat, his body covering Elijah's, whose straining denim-covered cock poked at Orlando's stomach as he straddled his lap, covering him, leaning down so they were nose-to-nose and his shoulders were haunched. He nipped at Elijah's jaw, then kissed him again hungrily. Elijah's eyes were closed now and he leaned into Orlando, gasping as one button, then another was undone on his shirt. Orlando's tongue swirled around a nipple, and Elijah cried out.
"Do you like your present?" Orlando mumbled against Elijah's chest, reaching down to undo his zipper, but Elijah was incapable of answering. He pulled at the red scarf binding his hands but found that Orlando had really done a fairly good job of tying the knots, unlike the playful stripper. Orlando's head ducked under the taut line of the scarf, and Elijah watched the dark curls and felt hot breath on his now-naked cock. He breathed in sharply.
"Jesus fuck, Orlando. Fuck me," Elijah hissed as it disappeared into Orlando's warm and experienced mouth, making him see stars. Orlando's strong tongue made its way down the shaft and Elijah cried out again, clenching his fists as he came. He barely had a moment to recover before Orlando was kissing him again, insistently. Orli smiled against his mouth.
"My birthday boy," he said happily, untying Elijah's hands and dropping his arms around Elijah's pale waist. Elijah stroked Orlando's back in long sweeps, still too absorbed in post-coital bliss to respond.
Which is funny, because I *love* Pocky. A lot. Esp. Men's Pocky, that's really good. Yummy!
You have a fiery soul. You aren't the quickest to
get angered, but when you do get angry things
can go really wrong really fast. You are
generally very passionate in the things you do.
(Rate my test)
What force is your soul?
brought to you by Quizilla
So very true.
Lord of the Rings paraphrase is the Link of the Day, bymollyringwraith. Funny and true.
Okay, as promised here are some more Guy pictures. DOM, WHERE ARE YOU? We want you in more photos!!
No fair, she gets to touch his butt!
Ha. Dorks.
He looks like a petulant teenager who's just been told off. But, gorgeous.
Lenny Kravitz!Guy rocks. Sexay.
HAHAHAHA Oh my gods. "go australia. w00t and all that crap. Now come fuck me."
Yep, we believe you can fly that thing.
ROVE!
Um.
Well.
Fuck.
CROTCH!
Idon'tlikePepsiIdon'tlikePepsiIdon'tlikePepsiIdon'tlikePepsiIdon'tlikePepsiIdon'tlikePepsiIdon'tlikePepsiIdon'tlikePepsiIdon'tlikePepsiIdon'tlikePepsiIdon'tlikePepsiIdon'tlikePepsi
Smooth operator, that one.
Pimp!!!
I *love* this face.
That's all for today, folks.
Ha. I gotnaughtyevil horny.
Green Queen
He's just so damned hot I can't stand it, and all this waiting for March is going to my head. Also. TOM! Call me!!! I called him for like 15 minutes today, but I need more company than that to stop me going crazy. I've been puppysitting again today. Watched City by the Sea, which wasn't as bad as the critics said. Robert DeNiro sleepwalked through it, but James Franco and Eliza Dushku were great in it. Also watched Monster's Inc (everytime I watch it Sully reminds me of Tom more and more) and Hercules (the Disney version, which is so historically incorrect but Hades *rocks*.) Oh, also, in that? The voice of one of the little demony things is Animal from Police Academy 2. I could so tell. *proud*
Good Omens is going well so far. It's much easier than the Discworld series, and Crowley is cool. I just love fallen angels.
Title: Birthday Boy
Rating: R
Pairing: Orlijah, Monaboyd
Author's notes: Rare pairings from me, plus Orlando stripping and SMUT!! A present for
naughtyevil, conforming to the rules of contrelamontre. 4 boys, 3 red objects, 2 instances of striking fashion sense, 1 violin. Written in 46 minutes, but don't tell anyone.naughtyevil's outlines:dom/billAH/orli/lijah
A red scarfe, a little toy fire engine, and blood
the red scarfe with a black suit and a firemans outfit (possibly a stripper)
and a violin just for violins sake
it's someone's birthday, and the stripper's wearing the fireman's uniform.
Birthday Boy
"Ow, jesus fuck Orlando!" Elijah yelled, taking a swipe at the taller man with one hand while keeping the middle finger of the other firmly lodged in his mouth. For his part, Orlando was looking sheepish and deeply apologetic. He ducked away from Elijah's flailing arm and grabbed him from behind, pulling Elijah's hand from his mouth. Elijah huffed at him, but allowed him to inspect the injured finger.
"Oi, quit bleeding on my bloody carpet," said Billy contritely, pushing Elijah back onto the couch and wrapping a towel around his finger.
"It's not that bad, really," Orlando said in relief. "It's bleeding a lot but it's really not much more than a nick." A spot of blood seeped through the towel as if determined to prove him wrong, then grew quickly with his anxiety. "I think. I'm really sorry, Elijah."
Elijah sighed loudly and smacked his lips against Orlando's. "Just be more careful where you point those things," he said, pointing to the scissors still resting in Orlando's hand. Promptly, Orlando dropped them onto the table like a hot potato. Billy glared at him.
"That table was me mam's, you great git. It's an heirloom," he said proudly of the dull, somewhat worse-for-wear coffee table. Orlando made a mental note to get it refurbished at some point.
"It's not my fault you tie your ribbons so damn tight," Orlando replied, but there was a note of teasing in his voice that indicated a return to the carefree ease of the night preceding his accident with Elijah's finger. Billy rolled his eyes and grabbed the present from the table, snapping the ribbon with his bare hands. Orlando flushed, looking at Elijah.
"You right to open it with that finger?" he asked, but Elijah ignored him and ripped greedily at the paper. Sighing, Orli looked on with feigned disinterest. He knew as soon as he saw the polished dark wood what Billy had bought for Elijah, and silently cursed himself for not getting a more thoughtful present than the compilation CD as Elijah's eyes grew wide and his smile grew wider.
Elijah threw himself at Billy, his arms so tight around Billy's neck that the Scot was starting to turn an alarming shade of red. "Bill, it's beautiful!" he exclaimed, kissing Billy's cheek with abounding enthusiasm. Billy smiled back, both with relief at being able to breathe again and at his friend's happiness.
"Well, you said you wanted to learn," he beamed, picking the expensive violin up and toying with the bow. "I didn't know much about them, but the woman at the shop said this was the b--" His last word was interrupted by the loud tone of the doorbell. Elijah jumped to his feet, running to the door. He threw it open to reveal someone wearing a black suit and hat and a sharply contrasting red scarf. The someone lifted his head to reveal eyes lined heavily with liquid eyeliner and a grin to match Elijah's.
"Sblomie!" Billy called happily, at the same time as Dom exclaimed "Happy birthday Lijah!" Elijah and Dom shared a brief but grabby hug, then Dom pulled away and his grin turned slightly more mischevous. Orlando sighed loudly again, and Billy raised his eyebrows at him, but Elijah remained completely oblivious, delighting in the presence of his friend. "Bought you a birthday present," Dom said in a his low drawl that sent a slight tugging sensation through Billy's cock. He shifted, and now it was Orlando's turn to raise his eyebrows. Billy ignored him.
Soon Orlando and Billy weren't paying attention to anything but the hulk of a man now ducking through Elijah's doorway, smiling disarmingly down at him from a considerable height. "You must be the birthday boy," the stripper said to Elijah, handing him a bunch of flowers and tipping his fireman's helmet. "My name's Luke. I'm here to provide some, uh--entertainment."
Elijah's face went bright red, and Orlando could just imagine the colour spreading down his neck to his pale chest. When Elijah blushed he did the job properly. Luke chuckled at him and closed the door behind, while Dom pushed Elijah into one of the errant dining chairs in Billy's living room. "My present to you, my friend," he said with a grin, and flicked the switch on the CD player. Grimacing, he flicked to the third CD, fifth song, then smiled to himself. Elijah was so predictable, and Billy so generous, allowing him to take over Billy's CD player. "It's Raining Men" belted from the speakers. He walked away then, patting Orlando's cheek on the way to sit in Billy's lap. They kissed quickly, but Billy could only hold Dominic's attention for a moment before the show Luke was putting on stole it away.
When Luke said entertainment, he wasn't wrong. He danced like a wet dream, grinding in Elijah's lap and grabbing his crotch, always with that disarming smile. He had perfect teeth, curly hair and a certain charm to him that all the boys found themselves drawn to. And he was very, very good at what he did. Elijah was almost salivating by the time the fireman's uniform was on the floor. Orlando didn't even bother to turn and glare at Dom, feeling Dom's stare on the back of his head. He clenched his jaw and ignored it, trying not to let the green eyed monster in his belly escape.
Dom protested loudly as Luke pulled the red scarf from around his neck, leaning over to whisper in his ear "Don't worry, it didn't match anyway." He took the scarf over to Elijah and wrapped it around him from behind, then, getting a better idea, tied Elijah's hands to the chair's arms. Orlando gritted his teeth a little harder while Elijah blushed again, laughing nervously, watching Luke's continuing dance, enthralled.
Elijah giggled a little as Luke threw his tight white underwear at him, and Billy and Dom nudged each other, Billy's jaw agape at the sheer size of Dom's stripper. It seemed he'd made the right choice. Elijah was hooting and grinning when the song finally played out.
Dom saw Luke out, thanking him and promising to call next time he was in town. When Billy looked at him questioningly he smiled. "Don't worry, we went out way before I started seeing you," he informed Billy, who made a vague noise of protest before Dom bounced over to him and kissed him, hard. He turned in Billy's arms and held out a small red toy firetruck. "A little present from my present," he said seriously to Elijah, his eyes sparkling. "So you don't forget what I did for you."
"Well fuck this, it's my turn," said Orlando, masking his anger with what he hoped was a playful tone. Elijah looked at him, startled, one hand still tied to the arm of his chair. Orli flicked on a different CD, playing something low and dangerous with a thumping beat that Dom definitely hadn't heard in Elijah's CD collection before. He started when he realised that it must have been something Orlando gave him. Then something in his brain clicked and he finally understood Orlando's behaviour of late.
Orlando was, as usual, dressed in more layers than was entirely necessary indoors, and he started by removing the leather belt from his waist. His hips rocked in a fluid motion and Elijah couldn't help but stare, even more than he had with Luke. Orli really knew what he was doing. The jacket went next, and then Orlando pulled his shirt up, showing a flat stomach and one nipple before he let it fall again. Elijah realised suddenly that his mouth was still open and shut it with a snap. Orlando noticed this and smiled.
He moved behind Elijah, so that even when turning his head as far as possible Elijah could only make out one side of him. He leant down and licked at Elijah's ear, hissing into it, "This is my birthday present." Then he spun back in front of him and unbuttoned his shirt. Leaving it unbuttoned, he undid the zipper on his fly languidly with one hand, reaching behind him and removing Dom's hat without looking with the other.
"Hey, why does everyone want my clothes as addition to their act?" Dom whined, his pleas falling on deaf ears. Billy and Elijah were staring unashamedly at Orlando's naked torso, and Orli flipped the hat onto his head with a dark look in his eyes, then let the jeans fall to the floor. He was only wearing boxers, as usual, and his socks reached halfway up his shins, but Elijah still thought he was possibly the most beautiful thing he'd seen in his life, except for this one sunrise in New Zealand in August.
His thoughts were yanked back into the present by the simple action of Orlando finally removing his white shirt, leaving his tanned arms and back naked. Billy and Dom gaped at the rippling muscles on Orlando's back, completely forgetting each other. Elijah just stared.
The socks were gone faster than Elijah could blink. One of Orlando's long thumbs edged towards the hem of his boxers, pulling at the elastic, dangerously close to his cock. The boxers rode low on his hips. He leaned over and bit Elijah's lower lip, then slipped his tongue into the younger man's mouth. Elijah yelped but accepted, kissing Orlando back with intensity, enjoying the feel of Orlando's alcohol-heavy tongue against his own. He was panting when Orli pulled away.
"Happy birthday," Orli said breathily, dropping his boxers to the ground. After a moment, Dom and Billy grabbed each other's arms and nodded to each other. Billy grabbed his wallet from the table as they ran to the door, Dom whispering to him about what he was going to do once they got to the hotel. Dominic managed a lewd "Have a good night, boys, and we'll see you tomorrow" as the two of them left Billy's house.
Orlando growled low in his throat, his body covering Elijah's, whose straining denim-covered cock poked at Orlando's stomach as he straddled his lap, covering him, leaning down so they were nose-to-nose and his shoulders were haunched. He nipped at Elijah's jaw, then kissed him again hungrily. Elijah's eyes were closed now and he leaned into Orlando, gasping as one button, then another was undone on his shirt. Orlando's tongue swirled around a nipple, and Elijah cried out.
"Do you like your present?" Orlando mumbled against Elijah's chest, reaching down to undo his zipper, but Elijah was incapable of answering. He pulled at the red scarf binding his hands but found that Orlando had really done a fairly good job of tying the knots, unlike the playful stripper. Orlando's head ducked under the taut line of the scarf, and Elijah watched the dark curls and felt hot breath on his now-naked cock. He breathed in sharply.
"Jesus fuck, Orlando. Fuck me," Elijah hissed as it disappeared into Orlando's warm and experienced mouth, making him see stars. Orlando's strong tongue made its way down the shaft and Elijah cried out again, clenching his fists as he came. He barely had a moment to recover before Orlando was kissing him again, insistently. Orli smiled against his mouth.
"My birthday boy," he said happily, untying Elijah's hands and dropping his arms around Elijah's pale waist. Elijah stroked Orlando's back in long sweeps, still too absorbed in post-coital bliss to respond.
what flavor pocky are you?
[c] sugardew
Which is funny, because I *love* Pocky. A lot. Esp. Men's Pocky, that's really good. Yummy!
You have a fiery soul. You aren't the quickest to
get angered, but when you do get angry things
can go really wrong really fast. You are
generally very passionate in the things you do.
(Rate my test)
What force is your soul?
brought to you by Quizilla
So very true.
Lord of the Rings paraphrase is the Link of the Day, by
mollyringwraith. Funny and true.Okay, as promised here are some more Guy pictures. DOM, WHERE ARE YOU? We want you in more photos!!
No fair, she gets to touch his butt!
Ha. Dorks.
He looks like a petulant teenager who's just been told off. But, gorgeous.
Lenny Kravitz!Guy rocks. Sexay.
HAHAHAHA Oh my gods. "go australia. w00t and all that crap. Now come fuck me."
Yep, we believe you can fly that thing.
ROVE!
Um.
Well.
Fuck.
CROTCH!
Idon'tlikePepsiIdon'tlikePepsiIdon'tlikePepsiIdon'tlikePepsiIdon'tlikePepsiIdon'tlikePepsiIdon'tlikePepsiIdon'tlikePepsiIdon'tlikePepsiIdon'tlikePepsiIdon'tlikePepsiIdon'tlikePepsi
Smooth operator, that one.
Pimp!!!
I *love* this face.
That's all for today, folks.
Ha. I got
naughtyevil horny.Green Queen
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