Boring details bit…
Title: Damaged
Pairing: Elijah/Orli
Rating N17
Disclaimer: Total fiction
Notes: An AU set in modern day South London.
Our Place In The World
"Fuck… oh fuck… Oh, oh, oh… fuck!"
"Orli, can’t you shut up or at least turn the volume down a bit," Elijah said gripping just above Orli’s folded knees where they lay, flush against his side. "It’s really hard to concentrate with you making all that noise."
"Can’t… fuck… I, fuck…"
"You’re bloody repetitive as well," Elijah mumbled, inordinately pleased with the response. "Try and think of another word." He thrust up, difficult with a heavy, quivering Orli sat astride him.
"Then don’t fucking do that," Orli scrambled around trying to find something to hang onto.
"What this?" Elijah’s voice was breathy, just this side of in-control. He thrust up again, his cock sliding high into Orli’s body.
"Fuck…" Orli couldn’t breathe. "Hold still, just fucking hold still a second and let me…" He wriggled forward a little, every nerve ending aware of the cock in his arse, and flexed his fingers. No, he couldn’t grab hold of Elijah’s chest, that meant leaning too far forward and the angle wasn’t the one he wanted.
Hands on his own legs? No, wrong as well.
He leant back arms reaching behind him, fingers digging into the flesh on Elijah’s thighs, as he tried to balance himself. Bloody fantastic. If he lifted up then pushed down, Elijah’s cock rubbed right into place against… "Fucking hell," the words oozed out in a writhing snake of sensual sound.
"Good?" Elijah sure as hell thought it was.
"Oh… not bad… oh fuck."
Elijah let his fingers glide over the knobbly ends of Orli’s knees. He desperately wanted to close his eyes and let his body find Orli’s rhythm so he could thrust up in time and let it all wash over him. But that would mean being unable to see Orli’s face. Nothing on earth would make him miss that; the way Orli screwed his eyes up tight, a shiver visibly chasing across his cheeks as a hot flash of colour prickled over his face.
Thrust up and watch Orli squirm.
And Orli did squirm.
His whole body tensing and flexing as his back arched and his breathing stuttered each time he rocked back and onto Elijah. He upped the pace, lifting higher onto his knees so he could drop down with a degree of force that made Elijah shudder right along with him. He let his head flop forward and then back, his neck exposed long and white, the stubble standing out as proud as his cock.
His cock. If only Orli could get some pressure on that…. He had to talk, had to ask for what he needed. "…Fuck… I…" But he couldn’t seem to form proper words as he slid down onto Elijah’s cock again and again and again.
Elijah had given up trying to thrust, much as he wanted to, it was Orli that was controlling everything. The weight on top of him meant that Elijah had little room to move anyway, but with Orli’s powerful but erratic rhythm, what chance did he have? No, best to just lie here and let it happen. With a little flick of his hips.
But something wasn’t quite right.
The white hot heat in Elijah’s groin was slowly seeping round his arse and down his legs and it felt just about perfect, so did the sensation of Orli pressing into him from all sides. But there was something… and all he had to do was get his brain into order so he could work out what it was.
Rhythm.
The rhythm was off. It was as if Orli was flailing around trying to find something. What the hell….
Orli’s cock!
Elijah reached round and grabbed the base of Orli’s cock. Hard. Then he squeezed, tightening his grip even more as he pulled up the shaft. Orli’s lengthy, animal groan of pleasure proved to all the world just how well Elijah knew what Orli liked.
"…fuck, do it… fuck again… again!"
Elijah did as he was asked; thrusting up hard as he could and Orli forgot who he was and which way was up.
Oh god that felt good. Not just the exquisite tightness around his cock but Orli falling apart above him.
Elijah thrust again and again. His hips lifted off the bed as Orli tried desperately to ride him and he fought to hold onto the cock in his hand. Once more; pull on Orli’s cock, do it just tight enough so it almost, almost, almost hurts and grind up into the most wonderful…
The wave hit Elijah like a true bolt of lightning to the base of his spine. Sparks flew, his eyes squeezed closed and his thighs quivered as he lifted up into the best thing this side of heaven.
"Oh fuck!" Orli yelled at the ceiling as long, creamy strings of come covered them both.
Oh fuck. Exactly, Elijah though, oh fuck indeed.
Orli flopped forwards, Elijah’s cock slipping out and… shit, he’d feel that later on. That and the ache in his legs and one small handprint on his thigh. He flopped forwards and sideways and, oh what the hell. He was on the bed, he didn’t have to try and balance anymore and Elijah was underneath him.
Elijah was underneath him. Orli wriggled round till his head was on Elijah’s belly. "Fuck, why don’t we do that more often?" he demanded through panting breaths.
"Do what?" Elijah slumped out, shattered. "We can’t have much more sex or I think my dick’ll fall off."
"Why don’t we fuck this way round, you doing me? It’s…. oh fuck," Orli laughed. "Why don’t we do it more often?"
"Because you can’t wait and jump me first," Elijah laughed with him. "You’d think after all this time you could hold on a little longer for me to get organised. But no, you’re in while I’ve still got my jeans round my knees."
"Christ mate, I’m sorry," and Orli truly was. "I promise we’ll only do what you want from now on. Every time."
"Don’t be a bleeding idiot, we always do what I want, every time," Elijah laughed again, the sound deep and heartfelt. "I just let you think it was your idea."
"You sure? I mean I don’t want you to do anything that…"
"Orli, you wanker, any type of sex with you is brilliant. It doesn’t have to be hot and heavy, with you soft and gentle is just as good. If not better."
"That wasn’t soft and gentle," Orli said, clenching his buttock muscles together and wincing.
"Told you, I like any type."
"Any type?"
"You can cover me in lipstick and call me Susan for all I care."
Orli flipped over onto his back, laughing out loud. "You’re mad, you know that?"
"I know," Elijah rolled till his face was close to Orli’s. "But you love me anyway."
"I bloody well do too," Orli cupped Elijah’s shoulder, his fingers ghosting over the soft flesh, feeling the curve and the strength beneath. He looked at Elijah, a quiet thoughtful look, and changed the subject. "Are you all right?" he asked. "About tomorrow?"
"What’s not to be all right about? I have you and this and… I can cope with another hospital check up."
"And I shall come with you and be supportive."
Elijah’s eyes narrowed. "That’s meant to be comforting right? Not frighten the shit out of me."
"Nah," Orli wriggled closer, dragging the duvet up with his foot. "I’ll be good, promise."
"Just don’t get bored," Elijah snuggled into Orli’s side. "I can’t take you bored in a confined space."
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Elijah grabbed his jacket, checked he had his wallet and headed for the door. "Orli," he called. "If you still want to come you’d better get a move on, I waited bloody ages for the bus last time."
"I’m good," Orli appeared, red faced and rushed, carrying a large plastic bag bulging at the seams and with Elijah’s appointment card between his teeth. He swapped the bag from hand to hand before dropping it on the floor as he struggled into his jacket.
"What the hell have you got there? We’re only going to the hospital, not a couple of months exploring up the Amazon."
"I know," Orli smiled infectiously. "But you said it was really boring so I’m going prepared."
"What you got in there?" Elijah tried to peer in the bag.
"None of your business," Orli pulled it away.
"Oh come on, show me!" Elijah pulled and Orli tutted as he reluctantly relinquished control of the bag. "You’ve got half the flat in here," Elijah said as he unloaded.
"You’ll thank me later where you’re bored out of your brain."
"Marxism for the Modern World," Elijah read out the title of the first book. "’A Political History of Spain from Franco to the Present’ and – oh this is priceless – a copy of The Sun."
"A man’s got to have a variety of reading material and there’s nothing wrong with a tabloid newspaper. Don’t be a snob."
"Except there’s only naked girls in there, no naked guys." Elijah rooted further down the bag. "What the hell… We’re going for a few hours, the whole day maybe, not a week." He laughed as he pulled out crisps, chocolate bars, cans of coke and a family packet of ginger nuts.
"A man gets hungry as well, at least you do."
"Have you got sandwiches in here?"
"No. I figured they’d have a snack bar, although I did think about taking a vacuum flask of coffee."
"That was meant to be a joke, right?"
Orli grinned.
Elijah looked at Orli, his eyes smiling and soft. "God I love you."
Orli smiled back. "In that case I might just let you have half my CurlyWurly."
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It turned out they didn’t read any of the books or newspapers. A lot of the time was spent moving from one place to the next, waiting for this scan or that test. When they at last got to stay in one place for a while, waiting to see the doctor, Orli laid himself out across the line of bolted down chairs, his legs swinging over the end, his head in Elijah’s lap. Elijah, inevitably, put his feet up on the low table that held a jumble of four year old copies of The Lady and kid’s comics. They both studiously ignored any irritated looks that were thrown their way as Orli adjusted himself and his still slightly sore arse.
Elijah played absently with Orli’s hair, smoothing it out and messing it up, as Orli broke off bits of ginger nuts and fed them both. "Why aren’t there many women here?" Orli asked suddenly.
"’Cos it’s the testicular cancer clinic, you don’t get many women with testicular cancer."
"So what’s she doing here?" he nodded towards a greasy looking woman in her early thirties. "She’s too young to be anyone’s mother."
"I reckon she’s the fat blokes girlfriend," Elijah twisted his head round, easing his tired muscles. "She’s here to make sure he doesn’t live too long, she’s after his money."
"Oh that’s nasty," Orli laughed.
"And, by the look on his face, she’s going to be disappointed. I bet he’s just been given the all clear."
"Good for him," Orli bit another biscuit in half and passed the soggy end to Elijah.
"She’s going to be pissed off though. Never mind, I reckon she’ll find another bloke that’s soon going to croak, especially in a place like this." And the woman did indeed appear to be looking around at the other people in the waiting room. The few women were dismissed at once, the men with them receiving barely a cursory examination. Then she moved on, her eyes lighting up at the younger, better looking ones.
"See, I told you," Elijah laughed. "I know the type and the technique and…. are you listening to me?" Elijah asked as Orli sat up.
Orli stared at the woman, lines of annoyance etching his face. "Oi, what you looking at?" he called across to her. All the other heads turned to look in their direction. "This one’s with me." He grabbed onto Elijah’s leg possessively.
"I don’t see your name on him," the woman replied smoothly, as her eyes raked up and down Elijah’s body, lingering on his groin.
"Well it is, tattooed across his arse, so keep your eyes off."
The woman opened her mouth to speak but the man with her caught hold of her arm, forcefully pulling her closer, and whispered something in her ear. Her face tightened with disgust but, after another quick stare at Elijah, she allowed herself to be led away.
"What was that all about?" Elijah turned to Orli.
Orli’s face was white, his whole body tense with anger. "Fucking bitch." The words were hissed through clenched teeth.
"She was only looking, no harm in looking."
"She was after you, right in front of me, the bitch."
"Ooo, have you gone all caveman on me?" Elijah chuckled. "I didn’t know you were like that."
At the sound of the laughter in Elijah’s voice, Orli seemed to realise what he was doing. "I am… I don’t like people looking at you… she shouldn’t look, I’m a…"
"You’re a wanker, that’s what you are," Elijah kissed Orli quickly on the lips. "You seriously think I’d be interested in someone like her when I’ve got you?"
"No I… I don’t know… you’re so fucking gorgeous," Orli blustered.
"And I’m with you," Elijah stated.
"Sorry," Orli ducked his head then looked up through his eyelashes, a soppy grin just tweaking at the corners of his lips, pout firmly in place. "I get a bit jealous, I can’t help it, the idea of you with someone else," he shrugged his shoulders. "It makes me go a bit… mental. Sorry, that’s just what I’m like."
"It’s kinda nice," Elijah smiled. "I think I like it, it makes me feel wanted. But you’re too damned pretty to do the butch act successfully. "
"Oh shut up!" Orli laughed, feeling rather stupid now. He looked around, most people had forgotten them or were at least making a pretence of not listening in. "You’re right, I’m a wanker."
"Bloody cute one though," Elijah leaned in and kissed him again. Just then a nurse came out and called Elijah’s name.
"Scared?" Orli asked, as he gathered up their things. "You shouldn’t be, everything is going to be fine."
"Bit of a rumble in my belly but… nah, not really."
"Does it help, me being here?"
"Suppose so," Elijah picked up the carrier bag as Orli collected the last of the ginger nuts.
"That’s settled then, I come every time."
"But you shouldn’t have to, I …" Elijah was cut off as a biscuit was forced into his open mouth.
"’Lijah, shut up. It’s nice to feel wanted and," Orli twisted round so Elijah got the full brilliance of his smile. "You’re gorgeous, even if you do talk to much."
They went into the consulting room without bothering to clear up their crumbs.
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Good news. All good news.
And this time, as he clutched Orli’s hand tighter than he would have guessed he needed to, Elijah heard it all. Even if he hadn’t, Orli’s face would have told him all he had to know. He was well, there was no sign of anything bad, and as time went on his chances rose higher and higher.
Back on the high street, walking towards the bus stop, Orli suddenly pulled Elijah round for a huge hug. When the people behind cannoned into them cursing, Orli just laughed and kissed Elijah, wet and sloppy and with lots of tongue.
Elijah had never felt this happy in his entire life.
"What shall we do? Go somewhere nice for a meal or a quiet night in?" Orli asked, his eyebrows waggling suggestively. "Or we could take up Rose’s offer and go out with them. I think she wants someone to be pleased for her, now she’s got Stuart."
"Where does Rose want to go?"
"I don’t know, somewhere cheap and cheerful knowing her."
"Let’s do that then," Elijah said. "I want to be with other people who are as happy as we are," he blushed slightly. "And then," he paused significantly. "We can go home and fuck our brains out." Orli thought it said a lot that Elijah got embarrassed when he talked about being happy but there wasn’t a hint when he was crude about sex.
Whatever, Elijah had said he was happy. That was good enough for him.
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Orli had expected wild and hot sex when they got back to the flat.
Not that he needed wild and hot, it just seemed like that kind of night.
Except it hadn’t happened.
They’d been giggling and snogging as they fought to get through the front door. It wasn’t easy to fit a small key into a small lock when Elijah had his hand down the back of your trousers and was pushing his finger right there; right at the spot where it meant Orli couldn’t think straight to save his life.
Not that he would have been able to think straight even if Elijah’s hand hadn’t been there. He had a tight grip on Elijah’s hair and his tongue pressed into Elijah’s mouth and was he desperately trying to wriggle round so that he could rub his cock against anything of Elijah’s.
The door had sprung open at an unexpected moment and they’d barrelled into the hall. It was only Orli’s uncertain grasp on the coat hooks that had kept them off the floor.
Elijah had laughed, high-pitched and uninhibited, just how Orli liked to hear it, and hitched himself even higher up Orli’s body. Orli felt his fingers begin to lose their grip and gently slide down the door when things had inexplicably changed.
The mood turned soft and gentle, almost loving: although both of them would have had a hard time admitting to the word. Their hands went up to stroke and caress across shoulders and necks as their kisses became less demanding and more intimate and affectionate.
Elijah wound his arms around Orli’s neck, his fingers carding through his hair softly, as he tilted his head to lick across the roof of Orli’s mouth. Their noses rubbed across each other, catching and then sliding into perfect place as the kiss went on and on.
"Take me to bed," Elijah whispered when he had to pull back to breathe.
Orli opened his eyes and took one look at Elijah’s red swollen, slicked-with-saliva lips, his flushed cheeks, his dilated eyes and knew there was nothing else in the world he would rather do.
And that’s how the night had gone on, that mood of want tempered by tenderness that had left them gasping. It had gone on and on and on – exploring, loving, needing – until now they lay comfortable and sated.
Orli pulled his knees up, opening his legs a little wider as Elijah yawned and settled more comfortably against his chest. He rubbed a simple pattern up and down Elijah’s neck, a pattern of soothing, of comfort, of possession.
"I like your neck," Orli said. "It’s all strong and… neck-like."
"That’s good," Elijah nodded. "Seeing as it is a neck. It’d be a bit stupid if it was leg-like or arm-like."
"No it’s definitely neck-like," Orli rubbed it again, his fingers trailing out to curl around Elijah’s ear. "And I like it. It’s funny but I like all your body."
"Why funny? I like all yours, especially your cock."
"That’s what I mean," Orli said, pushing at Elijah till he’d flipped over onto his back. Orli sat up on his heels, looking down at Elijah’s open form. Elijah had his legs bent out, his arms up by his head, his eyes almost closed. He looked half asleep and completely relaxed. "I like all your bits, not just the rude ones."
"You don’t like my rude ones?" Elijah blinked. "Then you’re a bigger idiot that I imagined."
"Oh yeah, I like the rude ones, but I also like all your other bits as well. I mean, look at this bit," he picked up the foot nearest to him. "I really like the skin on the top of your foot as it goes up your ankle, it’s all soft, and the curve is really nice. I like that bit."
"You’re weird," Elijah let his foot rest in Orli’s hand.
"It’s nice," Orli kissed the top then twisted Elijah’s foot, dropping a second and then a third kiss. "And your ankle bone, that’s nice as well."
"If you say so."
"I do." Orli put the foot back down and crawled between Elijah’s legs. "I like the inside of you thighs as well, where they’d rub together if you had a bit more fat on you."
"You want me to be fat?"
"I don’t want you to be too skinny but I’d still like your inner thighs whatever size you were."
"Now that I can understand, inner thighs are close to other things."
"That’s not why I like them," Orli said indignantly. "Not for sex. I like them because they’re all smooth and ripe." He ran his finger tips over the patch of soft skin on each leg.
"Ripe? I have ripe thighs."
"Yeah," Orli smiled. "They’re ripe and I like ‘em. I like the curve of your neck as well, just here," he reached up and walked his fingers along from Elijah’s shoulders till it rose up into his neck. "And your belly button and the small of your back and the bottom of your shoulder blades and the insides of your knees and…"
"All right," Elijah laughed. "I get the idea. Is there any part of me you don’t like?"
Orli cocked his head and thought about the idea. "Can’t really think of one I don’t like." He picked up Elijah’s hand. "I mean I adore your wrists, but maybe, if there was going to be anything, it would have to be these bloody bitten finger nails."
"What, do they spoil perfection?"
"A bit," Orli said seriously turning Elijah’s hand over. "I like hands, they say so much about a person’s life, Shane had beautiful hands and…" He trailed to a stop.
"It’s all right," Elijah said softly. "You can talk about Shane."
"No," Orli kissed Elijah’s palm. "Doesn’t matter."
"Orlando, you can talk about him. You should talk about him," Elijah slipped his hand from Orli’s grasp and stroked along his face. "I know you, you think it’s disloyal or something towards me if you talk about him, but you’re wrong."
"I do talk about him, I just think there’s a right place to do it."
"And I think that right place is here, now, when you’re feeling all lovey-dovey and you’re thinking about him. Tell me, tell me about Shane and his body. Was he like me?"
"Shane? Like you? Not really," he smiled, a soft little smile. "There are certain similarities, you’re both dark and not the tallest people in the world, but the differences are more marked."
Orli twisted round, settling himself and Elijah bent his knees out to give him more room. "He was more solid than you, not fat, just a bit more sturdy," he suddenly laughed out loud. "God, that’s an awful thing to call anyone! Shane was all right, he had a nice firm body, he just didn’t bend as easily as you do."
"And he had nice hands?" Elijah prompted.
"Yeah, he had gorgeous hands with beautiful expressive fingers," he smiled again only this time it was grateful. "He was much hairier that you, I could twist my fingers in his chest hair, almost plait it in places."
"Do you miss that?"
Orli shrugged. "I don’t think about it really, that was Shane, this is you. I love you both, but you’re separate in my mind."
"What about his personality? What was he like?"
Orli though for a minute, chewing on his lip and tipping his head to the side. "Although Shane was only a couple of years older than you it seems much more. He was very sensible, very practical. Oh he could be daft as hell, but there was an underlying reliable, level-headedness about him, and he was quite traditional as well. He used to be appalled by some of the things other gay blokes got up to. It didn’t stop him watching and laughing but I think deep down he was a bit shocked and he sure as hell didn’t want to be like that. He kept me on the straight and narrow."
"And is that what you wanted?"
"Pretty much. I’m a bit wilder than Shane was, that wouldn’t be hard, but inside we both wanted the same things." This time when he looked at Elijah there was nothing but honesty in his eyes. "If I wasn’t gay I’d want the whole marriage and two point four kids thing. That’s why you scare me a bit, I’m worried that I’m too ordinary and boring for you."
"Orli," Elijah sat up, resting back on an elbow, and reached for Orli’s hand. "I know I do stupid, impulsive things but I…"
"No," Orli interrupted. "I love your impulsiveness, I love your energy, for Christ sake don’t change. It’s just that it’s taken me a while to realise that you want what I do and sometimes," he shrugged. "I can’t quite believe my luck. Shane made me feel loved and you do that too, sometimes I think it’s all a bit too good to be true."
"Well it isn’t," Elijah lay back down. "I do love you, you’ll just have to get used to the idea. I’m sure you can find a bit of my body to distract you if you need it."
"This bit can always distract me," Orli said with feeling as he cupped Elijah’s groin.
"I wish you’d seen it before I had the operation," Elijah said regretfully. "I looked better then."
"But I did see you."
"You saw me naked? Were you spying on me?" Elijah smiled.
"No, idiot," Orli couldn’t help but laugh. "I saw you in the hospital the night before you had surgery, when you were changing. I gave you a hug if I remember right."
"Oh yeah, I remember. I was having a bit of a wobbly moment."
"That’s one way to describe it."
"I’m glad you saw me because that’s one part of me that isn’t perfect now."
"Yes it is," Orli stroked his thumb over the flattened side of Elijah’s scrotum. "It’s perfect Elijah." He looked up, brooking no argument. "Perfect."
"Do you think I should get a prosthesis put in?" Elijah asked. "Like they offered at the hospital."
"No, not unless you want to," Orli stroked again. "I like it just as it is, it’s part of you."
"I don’t think I’ll bother then, I like being damaged on the outside as well as the in."
"Elijah?" Orli asked, surprised at the statement. "Are you okay?"
"Yeah, course I am," Elijah smiled reassuringly.
"Really? It was a heavy day today and the last time you went to the hospital you found it kinda difficult."
"I found it ‘difficult’?" Elijah grinned. "I threw stuff and bawled my eyes out pathetically if I remember right."
"You’re allowed to."
"But I don’t want to, not this time."
"Sure?"
"Nah, it… helped that you were there."
"I should have come with you last time, you should have said."
"Christ Orli," Elijah suddenly exclaimed. "Have you any idea how hard it is to admit that I can’t do something on my own? I’ve always managed, I never ask for help and then you come along and…" This time when Elijah sat up he pulled his legs back away from Orli, but he also leant forward till their faces were inches apart. So much more intimate, so much more intense. "I need you and that’s a totally weird feeling, one I’m not sure I like."
"But you’ll put up with me?" Orli asked softly
"Yeah, course I bloody will, because along with that comes this other feeling, one that took me ages to identify."
"What is it?"
"I didn’t think I knew it at first but then… I kinda had this memory of it, from when I was really small. You love me and it’s unconditional, you put me first. Much as my mum loves me, she never did that. But you do and I sort of remember my nan did as well, I felt safe and loved with her, and, I don’t know, I like that feeling. It’s better than anything else."
"I’m glad you realise I love you," Orli smiled. "Even if you are an annoying little bugger."
"But that’s just it, I’m not like Shane, and I know I’m an annoying bugger, but you love me anyway," Elijah threw his hand out, trying to explain. "It’s like I know I’m deformed – shut up, I am – but you don’t see it or you just don’t care. I don’t have to play games with you, I don’t have to always act right or look good, I can truly relax with you."
He looked to see if Orli understood. "You love me with all my weirdness, just as I am, and that’s too good to lose but it’s still more than that. I can actually imagine growing old with you, I have a future for the first time and I’m not going to lose it."
He paused a moment before adding a killer punch. "I want someone to come home to, I want to take care of you when you’re old. I want you."
"Wow," Orli said softly, his eyes serious as he stared at Elijah. Then a hint of a curve appeared at the corner of his mouth. "But who says you’re gonna take care of me, maybe it’ll be the other way around."
"Orli," Elijah said exasperated. He turned away but Orli pulled him into an enormous bear hug, rolling them over and down until they were flat on the bed, their legs tangled together and Elijah was squashed under Orli’s weight.
"I want to take care of you too, you bloody idiot. Half the time I’m scared as hell that you’ll find a new life without me or that you’ll become so confident, so clever that you’ll leave me behind. You’ll meet all these amazing people at university and I’ll seem boring and ordinary in comparison. I’m scared and jealous and…" Orli sighed and pressed his lips tightly together for a moment.
"I’m scared and jealous but I still want to be your knight in shining armour. I want to protect you from the bad guys, even if you could do a better job than me," he kissed the tip of Elijah’s nose. "But most of all I want to make you feel safe and loved like your nan did. Safe is damned a good way to feel. That’s gonna be my ambition in life, even when we’re ninety, to keep you safe."
"When we’re ninety?"
"Yeah, when neither of us can get it up any more and we bicker over which soap to watch on the telly."
"Oh we won’t need to bicker, I’ll just hide the remote control from you," Elijah smiled, his hands stroking along Orli’s spine.
"And I’ll fight you for it," Orli smiled back.
"You won’t be able to, I’ll still be a young and fit ninety but you’ll be an old and decrepit ninety three and a half," he pinched at Orli’s arse. "Makes a lot of difference those three and a half years, you’ll probably be in a wheel chair and I’ll have to hold the bottle while you pee in it."
"You little shit!" Orli tickled Elijah’s sides so hard it was more of a poke than a tickle. "I’ll probably be wiping your arse for you."
Elijah twisted them over till he was on top. "You’d get off on that, I have a perfect arse. You told me so."
"I never mentioned your arse," Orli used his superior weight and height to twist them back. "Said I liked some other bits of yours but I never mentioned your arse."
Elijah licked up from Orli’s chin and across his lips. "But I do have a perfect arse, go on, admit it."
Orli rolled to his side, pulling Elijah so that they were tangled up close. "Suppose so." He caught the edge of the duvet and dragged it over them. "You little bugger."
Elijah smiled, tucking himself in even tighter. "Control freak." He hooked his leg over Orli’s thigh, holding him tight. Just as he liked.
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