Get Up

When Elijah's heavy breathing tickles him awake, Orli stares bemusedly down the boy's body, curled loosely around the pillow under his stomach. Last night's lust was so intense that jeans and boxers lay discarded in a trail leading from the front door to their bed. When they finally fell asleep, both were still half dressed. Orli's eyes stop on the naked space between the shirt and baggy socks. Big mistake. He forces his attention back to the sleeping face and leans into Elijah, touching foreheads and noses together.

"Time to get up, Lij."

Getting no response, he reaches up and runs his hand through Elijah's dark hair. God he loves that hair. Thick and unruly, only layers of hair cement can make it behave. He strokes slowly, letting his thumb caress the small dip on the side of the boy's face, next to his eye. Orli loves that dip too. He bends over Elijah, nuzzling the soft skin. He flicks his tongue out and runs it across the dark eyebrow, making the hairs stand up as they are brushed against their grain. He dips it into the pocket of Elijah's inner eye, tasting the salty sweat of his sleep. He pulls the lashes into his mouth and sucks them gently.

The action elicits only a small "mmm" from Elijah and Orli feels slighted. He wants the throaty moans that Elijahusually thanks him with.

"You’re hopeless, Lij," Orli laughs,rolling off his side of the bed.

Walking to the bed end, he grabs Elijah’s ankles and pulls the boy backwards off the mattress. Elijah groans deeply as his hips clear the edge. Orli closes his eyes at the sound and drops Elijah’s legs, realizing the reaction his innocent drag has caused. "Oh hell," he thinks, staring at Elijah draped over the edge of the bed - arms stretched above his head, shirt bunched around his ribs, hips and thighs still bare - this won't be the first time they are late.

* * *
Elijah is dreamily enjoying Orli’s sweet kisses when he feels himself being rudely dragged. His lazy morning erection, trapped under his stomach, rubs slowly down the cotton sheets until it snaps, fully hard, off the edge of the bed. He groans. The coolness on his thighs and back is restored to warmth as Orli pushes legs against him, skims his chest up Elijah’s back and lays his head beside Elijah’s face. Orli is so close Elijah can feel small puffs of breath on his cheek and tingles on his skin where Orli’s fingers trace small circles in the shallow groove of his neck.

Elijah’s eyes flicker open and he sees Orli’s laughing brown ones staring back. He closes them again when Orli’s wet tongue starts tracing the curved fold of his ear, spiraling down, and shoving hard into his hole. Another groan.

Elijah feels a hot breath blow in his ear: "Fancy a quick shag while you’re still unconscious?"

He tries to answer, he really does, but "mmhmmph" is all he manages to get out.

"Thought you might," Orli kisses into his hair. Fuck he’s glad that Orli is a good interpreter.

Orli likes to have his nipples rubbed and Elijah feels his lover using him, rubbing his hard nubs across the sharp jut of Elijah’s shoulder blades, grinding them into the bare flesh of his lower back as Orli slides down. Elijah murmurs as Orli’s hands follow the steps of his ribs. The touches, usually tickling, burn across his sides. Unable and unwilling to shake his selfish heaviness, Elijah sinks deeper into Orli’s touch.

He whimpers as Orli’s lips find the dip at the bottom of his spine, sucking the soft skin up and branding it with sharp teeth. He squirms as Orli’s hands squeeze the cheeks of his ass, thumbs resting on the bottom of his cleft, fingers fanning out, mouth moving down to meet the tightly held flesh - nibbling, biting, licking. Elijah’s hips quiver and he moans.

Then, nothing. This absence of Orli makes Elijah half open his eyes in protest. Hell, never mind protest, he’s ready to kill, if he could just get his eyes open all the way and his limbs to move.

Elijah drops his angry stare when Orli glares back and kisses him on the nose.

"Go back to sleep. I want to have my way with you."

No violence is necessary. Elijah watches Orli search for lube and condoms, scattered like cookie crumbs in the tangled sheets. He closes his eyes and sighs, waiting.

The flip of the bottle lid and the crinkle of the foil packet are sex sounds to Elijah. He shudders, and the first drops of anticipation leak out of his hard cock and drizzle down its underside.

Orli’s heat covers him now, arms reach around his hips, palm of one hand presses softly against his balls, fingers of the other squeeze softly at his root.

"Not going anywhere without me, are you Lij," Orli nuzzles in his ear, releasing him again and backing away.

Elijah feels fingers across his ass as slippery thumbs follow their way down his crack. They find the puckered ridge and gently massage it, rub around the edges, spread it apart. As one thumb pulls the tight ring open, the other slips inside. Elijah’s thighs clench at the burn, but he lets Orli slowly rub the pain away. Orli’s other thumb presses in, and it burns again. The sensation of Orli’s thumbs inside him, of the strange pressure when he pushes them up and out, sends shivers rippling from the soles of Elijah’s feet to the top of his bed head.

He feels Orli pull one hand out and push his cock against the other still working him. The still pressure and deep wriggling inside are unbearable, and Elijah grinds back hard, demanding. In one smooth motion, Orli pulls his thumb out and pushes his cock in, penetrating deep, the way Elijah wants it.

Elijah cries "Orli Orli oh god Orli" and Orli holds his quaking hips, waits for the shudders to subside.

Arms curl around Elijah as Orli pulls him closer and reaches both hands down to play. Elijah likes it when Orli plays this way. Middle finger presses down gently between his balls, fingers spread out over them, all fingers softly vibrating. Other fingers find his hard shaft and cuddle round it, thumb left free to kiss the slick head at the top of each stroke.

Elijah pushes into Orli’s hands, trying to move away from the burn, but Orli’s cock follows him and soon Elijah wants that pleasure too. He pushes back. And forward. He rocks slowly back and forth, not sure which sensation he wants to dominate, god so good, feels Orli match his rocking motion, stroking or thrusting as Elijah’s need dictates.

With each thrust, Orli drives deeper, harder, until Elijah feels Orli’s thick cock lick greedily at his sweet spot. Elijah’s rocking becomes frantic, trying to satisfy both desires at once. He succeeds, exploding somewhere in between, as he screams Orli’s name.

* * *
Orli feels hard spasms as Elijah’s hot seed bursts out between his fingers. He feels them as Elijah’s ass clenches in rhythm over his needy prick, milking, squeezing, until Orli is caught in his own explosion and convulses in his own rhythm over Elijah’s back. Their aftershocks are synchronized, one driving the other until there is nothing left.

Orli hears Elijah moan as he pulls out, and he guides the boy’s limp hips down until his ass rests on his heels. He watches Elijah lay his head back down on the bed, arms still stretched above, hands clutching tight handfuls of sheet.

"Good fuck. Come sleep now," Elijah offers.

Orli kisses the delicious lips he had so neglected, wishing there was time to fix his oversight. His hand finds Elijah’s sweet ass once more and kneads it in soft caresses.

"So good," he tells Elijah.

* * *
The shoot has been hectic and another Sunday work session is planned. Elijah’s house is along the way, and Ian stops by in hopes of coaxing the boy out with a fresh cup of coffee. The hobbits are professionals during the week, on time for the earliest makeup calls, but on Sundays they rebel, showing up for sessions a little late, a little grumpy and a lot hung over. Having spent last night at a pub with the boys, Ian suspects Elijah will need a nudge out the door this morning.

The door is open. He will talk to Elijah about locking it, although they have had that conversation many times before. A trail of clothes starts at the landing and makes it way up the stairs. Amused at the sight, Ian follows it - Elijah’s right shoe, left shoe, blue jeans, plaid boxers - suspecting now that Elijah urgently dragging Orli from the pub last night had little to do with the ‘new club’ Orli mumbled about.

He follows dropped condom packets and empty condom wrappers up the stairs. Shoes, socks, black pants and briefs --must be Orli’s-- lead down the hall to the bedroom. Standing in the doorway, Ian sees reflected in the bedroom mirror: Orli kissing sleepy Elijah, Orli standing stretching, Orli catching Ian’s gaze.

The young man walks up to him and, with a light kiss, announces "Off to shower. Be ready in a flash."

"Elijah isn’t up yet?" Ian questions Orlando.

"Not above the waist yet it seems," Orli laughs, bounding down the hall.

Walking into the room, Ian sits on the bed beside Elijah. Looks at him and smiles - naughty boy fallen asleep during bed time prayers, the only thing missing is a halo and cigarette. Ian runs his hand through the thick dark hair he loves. He kisses the side of the face that he loves too. When Elijah’s eyes flutter open and smile sleepily at him,Ian moves his hand to the warm spot on Elijah’s ass, just where Orli had left off.

"Time to get up, Elijah," Ian whispers in his ear.

The End.