Chapter Seven

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Talk about complicated….

What was wrong with the bed? Come to that the floor would be easier than this.

Elijah leaned forward but quickly pulled back as he started to lose his balance. There wasn’t anywhere to put his bloody feet and…. Jesus that was sweet.

He angled backwards and slid down onto Orli again. So, so sweet, the feeling of being stretched and filled, of being fucking owned by Orli.

He couldn’t help but arch his back.

And then it got better as Orli splayed his hands right down low on Elijah’s back, pulling him even further open. Big, possessive, holding-him-tight hands that curved over the round of his arse and impaled him again.

"Fuck…." Orli’s voice huffed out all jagged and breathy and rich. "I can fucking see it, see my cock sliding into your arse. It’s…" Elijah pushed again and Orli’s hands tightened as he slid further down in the armchair. "Oh dear God…"

Once, twice more and it was so sweet but then… Orli moved one of his hands. Elijah positively snarled in disappointment till the hand went round his waist to grip his cock and he couldn’t help but react.

"Do it again," Orli demanded. "Do it."

"What?" And Elijah really didn’t have any idea.

"That thing with your back and your muscles and…" Orli squeezed Elijah’s cock again, tight, really very tight, and he got just the reaction he wanted as all the muscles in Elijah’s back twisted and contracted.

All his muscles, including those in his arse.

Orli arched, his hand too tight on Elijah’s cock, his head pressed into the back of the chair. Thank god it was padded. He arched and convulsed, shuddering as the wave hit, flooding and drowning every sense.

Another thrust up and another desperate one. The third was calmer, trying to hang on to the feeling for just a little bit more as he panted towards the ceiling.

Slowly he became aware of the pulsing cock in his hand and the man on his lap that was…. Shivering. Elijah was actually shivering in anticipation.

"It’s all right, hold on, it’s coming," Orli reassured as his hand began to work again. "Relax and let it come to you, don’t grab for it."

Elijah tried, he really did, but he couldn’t help pushing into Orli’s grip, fierce stabbing movements that made him gasp and squirm, his head dropping back. Orli’s other hand went up to stroke along Elijah’s spine. "Shsss, slow down, it’s coming," he twisted his hand, pulling at the tip. "Let it come."

Elijah leant back into the security of Orli’s hand wide on his back and stared up at the ceiling, his breath panting in great gulps. One, two…. Orli tightened his grip just a fraction, just … there, right where Elijah needed it and the whoosh of release felt like the answer to all his prayers.

"Oh man…" Elijah slumped back, his spine against Orli’s chest, his legs dangling either side of Orli’s body and over the edge of the armchair, Orli’s softening cock still just inside him.

"Hold on, let me..." Orli tried to wriggle around so that he could pull out but Elijah pushed back.

"Can’t we stay like this? Just for a minute," Elijah asked, sprawling over Orli.

"I don’t mind," Orli smiled into the dark mass of hair tickling his face. "Sure I’m not hurting you?"

"Nah, it’s nice," Elijah relaxed and settled. "Not saying I could stay like this for ever, but it’s nice, it’s good."

"Nice?" Orli hooked his feet up onto the coffee table and Elijah’s legs dangled even more. "A limp cock in your arse is nice?"

"Yeah, I feel… connected. It’s nice."

"You’re a daft sod, I hope you know that."

"Oh I know but I like this bit of sex, the contented glow after the fire. It must have been like London during the war, first you had all the excitement of the bombing raids at night and then the quiet glow of the fires afterwards."

Orli nearly choked on his burst of laughter, only surviving by the sheer force of the weight on his chest. "Elijah that has to be the worse bloody analogy I have ever heard. No one enjoyed the after glow of having their home bombed."

"Oh," Elijah thought about it. "Maybe not, but you know what I mean."

"I know what you mean, but I still think it’s a bloody stupid analogy," Orli rested one hand on Elijah’s belly, just playing with the flesh. The other stroked down his sternum.

"But sometimes it can be like that though, the fire is amazing but as soon as it’s over you look round and it’s all gone," Elijah said.

"What do you mean, sometimes after you’ve come it’s a bit of an anti-climax?" He stroked Elijah slowly and softly, needing an honest answer. "All that huffing and puffing and then it’s over?"

"No, with you it’s just the opposite," Elijah yawned, his mouth stretching and relaxing comfortably. "The huffing and puffing is wonderful but so is the bit afterwards."

"And it wasn’t like that with anyone else?"

"God no," Elijah said with feeling.

"The huffing and puffing was bad?"

"No, sometimes that was all right but I’d have to make sure I had a good time, no one else was going to bother. Afterwards there was no way I’d hang around, no way I’d let them stay close, there was no point."

"But there were some good times?" Orli ran his hand over Elijah’s chest, then down to dust between his legs.

"Yeah, I got good at making sure I got something out of it. But it was never good like we’re good," he chewed on a fingernail for a moment. "With you I like this feeling of connection, like now, but it’s not just physical. I mean I like this, your cock inside me, feeling part of you, but it’s more than that. It’s you and me sprawled all over each other, the talking and the touching."

Elijah twisted his head awkwardly so he could look at Orli for a moment. "I like touching after the huffing and puffing, when it’s not about trying to get off, it’s just about…" he shrugged. "I don’t know, connecting."

"I like that bit too," Orli tried to lean forward to kiss Elijah but the clumsy angle meant it landed on the tip of his nose. But that was all right, that was good.

Elijah turned back, shifting slightly so that Orli slipped out of him. He wriggled, nuzzling Orli’s legs apart so that he could rest his backside on the edge of the chair in between them. Orli hooked the coffee table with his foot, pulling it closer as he planted his feet more firmly on it. With his legs spread Elijah’s were even wider, his feet hanging over the edge. He swung them gently.

"And the bad times?" Orli asked.

"Oh there were some of those," Elijah admitted. "But probably not as bad as you’ve imagined."

"Tell me, how bad did it get?"

Elijah was quiet for a long moment and Orli wondered if he was going to answer. Eventually he did. "I always had more trouble with men that women, obvious really I suppose," he relaxed back even further, his head comfortably nestled in Orli’s neck.

"There was one time, when I was about seventeen, I went home with some bloke and his mate was already there. I knew as soon as they locked the door that it was trouble, that they’d planned it. I looked around but there was no way out," he shrugged. "So I figured what the hell, I was going to do the first guy anyway, one more wouldn’t make any difference."

"Did you get hurt?"

"Nah, not hurt, I did get scared though, I knew I could have been hurt. I was much more careful after that, always made sure I stayed in control."

"And that was it, that was the worse?"

"Well…" Elijah lifted Orli’s hand off his belly and began to play absently with the fingers. "There was this one guy, not so long ago." He twisted Orli’s silver ring round and round, slipping it up and down his finger but never quite off. "I’d been trying to get him into bed for ages and when I did he hurt me."

"What happened?" Orli’s voice was very soft, very gentle, and very, very controlled.

"He was the manager of the flats we were living in at the time when a better one became vacant. We wanted it but we weren’t really entitled so I started on him. He was a big bloke, about forty five, and as straight as they come. He’d married his girlfriend from school, had a mass of kids and never even thought about cheating, not with anyone, and then I came along."

He sniffed at Orli’s hand, smiling as he recognised the smell of his own drying come, and went on. "I’d sucked him and we’d fucked and afterwards he turned over and he kinda just looked at me, horrified, and then he laid into me. He smacked me round the head, punched me, picked me up and just threw me around like I was a toy. He could have raped me and there would have been nothing I could do to stop him."

"But he didn’t?"

"He’d already come a couple of times but that wasn’t what it was about. I think he was just pig sick about what he’d done and took it out on me. It hurt like hell; I got away with only a couple of cracked ribs but I was covered in bruises."

"All that just for a flat," Orli wondered.

"You what to hear the really dumb thing?" Elijah asked, going on without waiting for a reply. "He’d already given us the flat, just to get me off his back I reckon."

"So why did you go to bed with him?" Orli asked incredulous.

"Because he’d turned me down. Because I had to prove I could get him, prove I couldn’t fail, prove I was as good as I knew I was."

"Who where you proving it to?"

"Oh only me, but it was a challenge and I had to get him."

"Jesus Elijah."

"Yeah I know," he swung his legs, his feet hanging free a few inches from the floor. "Fuck knows if he and his family ever recovered from the damage I caused, but I didn’t even think about it. I did it just to satisfy myself that I could, and I wouldn’t have remembered him if he hadn’t kicked the shit out of me." Elijah shrugged. "I’ve no idea what other trouble I’ve left behind.

Now do you see why you can’t think of me as a victim? That guy, whatever his name was, was the victim, not me. I never gave a shit about the ramifications of my actions, I have no idea what happened to him or his family, I don’t know if they’re even still together. I was just the little bastard that caused havoc and then pissed off leaving the mess to someone else. You shouldn’t always view me with rose tinted glasses."

There was a long pause and then Orli rubbed his chin on the top of Elijah’s head. "You’re right, I shouldn’t. But I can be proud of how far you’ve come, now much you’ve changed."

"Yeah, you can do that," Elijah let out the breath he’d held, waiting for Orli’s reaction. "And I can be proud of you."

"What’d I do?" Orli asked.

"You didn’t freak," Elijah kissed the back of Orli’s hand. "I just told you all this gruesome stuff and you didn’t freak over it, didn’t go all jealous and possessive."

"I felt like it," Orli admitted. "When you first started talking but I know I can’t do that, not after what happened. I have to think about what I’m doing and how I react."

Elijah nudged Orli’s ankle with his foot. "See, we both have to stop and think and we can both do it. We should be proud of us."

"Oh I am," Orli said heartily. "I’m incredibly proud of us."


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More sex?

Oh yes please.

And why not? Especially when it felt as lovely as that, and it was just what they both needed.

Elijah lay on his back and smiled at the ceiling. Just lovely: that feeling of… he couldn’t think of a word that covered it. That feeling he got when he was buried to the hilt, deep inside Orli’s arse. His grin got wider just thinking about it. Orli’s arse; God it was gorgeous. The best arse in the whole wide world.

There really was nothing like it. The arse and the feeling. It felt hot and tight and…. So bloody safe.

"I reckon we ought to decorate in here," Orli still sounded winded from their recent actives.

"Why?"

"I never did like the colours much, even when Shane picked them. You should choose this time round."

"Is that why you want to decorate?" Elijah asked, twisting his head on Orli’s chest so he could look up at him. "Because this was yours and Shane’s? You don’t have to change it for me, honest."

"I didn’t mean that. It’s just that you have a good eye for colour and stuff," he waved a hand around vaguely. "You’re artistic. Anyway the ceiling is patchy, look," he pointed towards it. "I’ve never noticed before."

"That’s because we normally have sex in bed, not on the living room floor."

"Only seems right we christen it, we’ve done the kitchen table."

"We’ve done the sofa enough times as well," Elijah pointed out.

"And now we’ve done the floor behind the sofa," Orli grinned. "Only got the bathroom to do."

"Too cold and too awkward," Elijah said, wriggling a bit, trying to get comfy. "And I’m getting way too old and complacent for adventurous sex. Perhaps we should stick to the bed from now on."

"It was your idea," Orli laughed. "If I remember right, you grabbed me, saying how you needed to fuck."

"True," Elijah admitted.

"Needed, that was. Not that you wanted to fuck; you needed to."

"Sometimes a man just gets an overwhelming urge," Elijah chuckled at the thought.

"An overwhelming urge to stick your cock up my arse?"

"And pound away to my hearts content."

"Till my arse is just the right side of sore."

"Oh shut up," Elijah turned over and bit Orli’s nipple. "You love it. You love that feeling of being pounded till you think you can’t take anymore."

"Maybe," Orli smiled, arching up into the touch.

Elijah bit the other nipple, lapping at it with his tongue. "Knowing you’ll be able to feel it for ages afterwards ‘cos all your insides seem to have turned into mush along with your brain."

"It has a certain appeal."

"When it’s gone on and on, so deep that you think you’ll never be able to stand up straight and it’s so delicious that you can’t think why you’d ever want to stop." Elijah pushed his way between Orli’s legs so he could slowly hump against his cock. "And you feel owned and possessed and wanted and… filled."

Orli sighed and opened his mouth for Elijah.

"Orlando?" Elijah’s hands kneaded at Orli’s flesh. He looked up with a wicked smile on his lips and a dark craving in his eyes. "You ready for round two?"

"I might be but I’m not sure about my arse," Orli groaned.

"Don’t worry," Elijah pulled at Orli’s shoulders, trying to get him to roll on top. "I’ve satisfied my need to fuck; now I’ve gotta be fucked."

"What now?"

"Yeah."

"Right now?"

"Yeah," Elijah licked up Orli’s throat. "You up for it?"

"Oh fuck yes," Orli flipped Elijah onto his back. "Which way do you want it?"

"Legs over your shoulders," Elijah eyes positively glinted. "Curl me up in a ball and fuck me till my eyes pop out."

"Oh dear god…" Orli prayed for his own sanity.

"If we’re going to carry on having sex all over the flat we really need to stash some more lube around," Elijah’s voice caught as he strained to reach the tube that had rolled behind the cd stand. "Under the pillow and down the side of the sofa just isn’t going to be enough."

Orli groaned softly and Elijah hooked his legs up, rounding his hips and offering himself, before reaching round and doing the necessary with the lube. Orli took a deep breath and dropped a line of soft satiny kisses across Elijah’s lips.

"Not like that," Elijah pushed at Orli’s head. "In the last few days I’ve had so much soft and gentle from you I’m in danger of turning flabby. Now I want hard and sweaty and dirty. I want you to fuck me properly."

"But Elijah…"

"Oh don’t you, ‘but Elijah’ me," Elijah pulled Orli’s head down so he could suck at his tongue. "I know what I want and I’m bloody well going to get it. So you might as well give in and get on with it."

"But," Orli tried again.

"Shut up," Elijah silenced him with another kiss.

"You," Orli hissed out a breath as he screwed a couple of fingers in. "Are going to be the death of me."

"Yeah," Elijah sighed in contentment. "But what a bloody amazing way to die."


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Elijah sat on the living room floor, his back against the sofa, bits of official looking paper all around him, and chewed at his lip in concentration.

He huffed out a breath.

"What?" Orli was sprawled on the sofa, beer bottle in one hand, remote control in the other as he flicked the television over relentlessly. Ninety nine channels and there was nothing on.

"Do you think they’d give me my old office cleaning job back?" Elijah asked.

"What the hell would you want to do that for?"

"I could do with the money," Elijah admitted, checking from one statement to another.

"Is it that bad?"

"I’m claiming everything I can but it’s incredibly tight. That job would fit in nicely."

"Yeah, so nicely I’d never see you," Orli snorted. "And you’d be too knackered to stand up straight."

"Most students have part time jobs," Elijah pointed out reasonably.

"But why bother? You should enjoy studying while you can," Orli drank the rest of his beer and held out his hand for another. Elijah obligingly passed one over.

"And what do I eat while I’m enjoying all this studying?"

"Oh fucking hell ‘Lijah, I’ll help you out. Stop giving me any rent and bills money till you get a job." Orli’s hand was resting on Elijah’s shoulder but even through a couple of layers of fabric he felt Elijah tense.

"I’m not living off you," Elijah said quietly. "I don’t want that sort of relationship."

"What sort?" Orli asked.

Elijah stayed silent and still until Orli poked him, making him look up. "What sort?" he repeated.

"The sort where I sleep with you and live here for free," Elijah’s eyes were wide and open. "Can you imagine what people would say?"

"I don’t give a toss what anyone says. Let me do this for you, I’ve got the money."

Elijah shook his head. "That’s not… right. Not with you."

"Not right? Of course it’s right, you idiot," Orli stroked at Elijah’s neck.

"No," Elijah tried to look away but Orli pulled him back.

"Oi, you stupid little bugger. It is right; that’s what people like us do."

"People like us?"

"Couples. It’s what they do, support each other while they build for the future," Orli held Elijah’s eyes. "My auntie Jean supported uncle Derek all the way through accountancy college."

"Is that what we are?" Elijah’s voice was very soft. "A couple?"

"What else would you call us?" Orli smiled but he could see the uncertainty in Elijah’s face. "Yes, we’re a couple and yes, we’re in it for the long haul. So let me do this for you, let me make your last year of freedom, before you have to knuckle down to a proper job, as enjoyable as possible."

"Why?" Elijah asked and there was even more doubt in his face than before.

"Not because I feel guilty," Orli interpreted correctly. "Because I’m selfish. You have to study enough as it is; if you went back to cleaning I’d never see you."

"But it would be like you were buying my time."

"Elijah," Orli said, almost exasperated. "You’re not a whore and I’m not a punter. I’m not buying anything. I want to do what’s right for us because that’s what you do when you’re a couple and you intend to stay together for good."

"You sure?"

"Would you pack up uni and support me if I couldn’t work?"

"Course I would," Elijah was much surer of his ground now.

"Well it works both ways," Orli relaxed again. "And you can make it up to me by looking after me when I’m old and decrepit."

Elijah turned back to his bank statements. "I like being part of a couple," he smiled. "And I will pay you back."

"Yeah, you do that," Orli’s mind was already back on the telly. He idly rested his beer bottle on Elijah’s shoulder.

"And Orlando."

"Hmm?"

"I’d pay for your arse."


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