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orlando_bloom: reunion in Dublin
May. 20th, 2016 09:48 americbanaplayers only. backdated. takes place a few weeks after these texts.
The small but well-appointed Dublin apartment is chilly when Orlando lets himself through the door. He calls out but doesn't expect a reply. Eric had said their filming usually ran into the late evening and it was barely past sunset. He'd texted his arrival at the airport and gotten a hasty 'glad you're here, I'll be there as soon as we're done' in reply.
Discarding his coat and scarf on the rack in the entry, he takes a quick shower before changing into slim pants and a soft cable knit sweater. Exploring the small space as he unpacks keeps him occupied for a while, then puts the kettle on and checks their food supplies before wandering back into the living room. He's pleased to find a small but functioning fireplace along with wood and kindling, and so he sets out to get a small blaze going.
The room is toasty by the time he's finished his tea, and he curls up on the sofa and takes out a dog-eared paperback, tucking himself back into a corner of the sofa to wait for Eric.
Eric had tried to get away sooner but no such luck. At least traffic was light by the time they finished up and he was dropped off at home in under twenty minutes. Exhausted but excited at the prospect of seeing his boy, he runs up the stairs, all six floors, rather than wait for the elevator. He lets himself in, Orlando's coat and scarf setting his heart stupidly a-flutter, and drops his own keys, wallet and coat on the hall table before going in search of Orlando. Who he finds - asleep, empty tea cup still in hand - on the couch. Christ. He's so beautiful. He leans in, pressing a soft kiss to his boy's temple.
Reaching out for Eric before he's even awake, Orlando murmurs wordlessly and wraps an arm around Eric's shoulders. A sleepy handful of blinks before he smiles and presses closer and murmurs, "Hello," against Eric's mouth, lips warm and seeking, the empty teacup falling away to the carpet with a muffled thud.
Eric licks into Orlando's mouth, between his lips, seeking out the taste of him, savoring it, storing it for the next time they'll be apart. Kisses him again and again before finally murmuring, "I missed you."
"Me too. So much." Orlando lays a hand to the side of Eric's face, fingers sifting through the hair at his temple as he licks the taste of Eric from his lips. "I brought you something," he murmurs, smile blooming across his features.
"Yeah? You didn't need to do that," Eric says, sitting back on his heels.
"You'll like it," Orlando says, following him relentlessly, winding around his shoulders, leg hooking along his hip, his grin teasing. "I promise."
Eric cocks his head at Orlando, slightly suspicious. "What is it?"
Orlando's smile softens, his gaze warm. "Me," he says. "I don't have to leave again. Peter says I'm done."
Eric stares at Orlando, stunned, not sure if he's heard right. "Seriously? You can stay here?"
"Yes," Orlando says firmly. "I'm all yours. We finished VORs yesterday and I got the all clear in time to make my return ticket match yours." He tilts his head, glowing with happiness at finally being able to tell him. "Though I didn't have enough time to pack more than my weekender in the end, so I might have to do some shopping," he teases. "Unless you want me lounging around naked."
"I like the idea of you lounging," Eric says, smiling, surprised at the sting of tears behind his eyes. Christ. "But you might get cold and I wouldn't want that."
Orlando cradles his face, kissing his brow before dipping down to kiss his mouth. "That's just one of the thousands of things I love about you, all that caring," he murmurs, the smile in his eyes. "Naked or bundled, I'll be waiting here for you. Every day."
"Ringed and plugged on at least one of those?" Eric teases, the news, the reality of it, finally sinking in.
"Yes," Orlando whispers, eyes going dark as he crowds closer. "Leave me instructions in the morning, and I'll text you evidence I'm obeying during the day," he whispers, tugging on an earlobe with his teeth.
Eric groans, sliding a hand up under Orlando's sweater, searching out warm skin beneath his palm. "Have you been a good boy?" he murmurs.
"Yes," Orlando moans, intense and quiet - body curving with the skim of Eric's hand, touch starved for the broad, familiar heat. "Your boy has been so good," he says, the words an unsteady whisper. "Oh, god I missed you, Eric, so much."
"Show me," Eric orders, rising to his feet, his hand pulled from Orlando's sweater, cupping the nape of his neck and pulling his face in against his groin. "Show me how much you missed me."
There's no hesitation in Orlando's greedy moan, lips parting wide and damp against denim, mouthing Eric's cock - the frantic shuffle of his body in against his legs as he sucks and rubs through denim.
Eric groans, his head going back, his cock throbbing under the relentless assault of Orlando's mouth. "More," he growls.
Orlando's lost in it, a soft babble of, "yes, Eric" and "let your boy show you" as his hands fumble with buttons and metal, moaning when he finally gets the heavy cock free, sucking it between his lips with quiet whine. His sucks firmly, cheeks hollow, his sounds muffled with contented clicks of his tongue and slow suction, lips wet with it as he swallows and groans and re-learns how to take him deeper.
Cursing softly under his breath, Eric slides his fingers through Orlando's curls, petting his boy, urging him on, letting that gorgeous perfect mouth edge him closer and closer to his release.
The thick heat, Eric's scent, the way his lips ache and his throat stretches - Orlando swallows Eric down with an ease that has him spreading his knees wider, his cock leaking a damp circle on the front of his trousers. His eyes open and roll up, dazed as he looks up the length of Eric's body and moans.
The final push is that look. Christ. Eric murmurs, "Close. Pull off." Hand wrapping around his cock, stroking firmly as he aims his spit-slicked flesh at Orlando's face.
Orlando comes off with an obscene slurp, panting through wet lips as he watches Eric's hand, his whine soft and needy, tipping up his chin and open his mouth wide.
The spurts are hot and thick, painting Orlando's skin with strands of white. Cheeks, mouth, nose, forehead - not an inch spared. Owned. "My boy," Eric says softly, growling out his pleasure. "Mine."
Lashes fluttering, Orlando snakes his tongue out to lap at what he can reach and his cock gives another wet, needy pulse, the dark stain spreading. He strains up towards Eric, but remains firmly on his knees. "Yours," he whispers, fingers stretched against Eric's shirt, kneading. "Your boy, yours."
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The small but well-appointed Dublin apartment is chilly when Orlando lets himself through the door. He calls out but doesn't expect a reply. Eric had said their filming usually ran into the late evening and it was barely past sunset. He'd texted his arrival at the airport and gotten a hasty 'glad you're here, I'll be there as soon as we're done' in reply.
Discarding his coat and scarf on the rack in the entry, he takes a quick shower before changing into slim pants and a soft cable knit sweater. Exploring the small space as he unpacks keeps him occupied for a while, then puts the kettle on and checks their food supplies before wandering back into the living room. He's pleased to find a small but functioning fireplace along with wood and kindling, and so he sets out to get a small blaze going.
The room is toasty by the time he's finished his tea, and he curls up on the sofa and takes out a dog-eared paperback, tucking himself back into a corner of the sofa to wait for Eric.
Eric had tried to get away sooner but no such luck. At least traffic was light by the time they finished up and he was dropped off at home in under twenty minutes. Exhausted but excited at the prospect of seeing his boy, he runs up the stairs, all six floors, rather than wait for the elevator. He lets himself in, Orlando's coat and scarf setting his heart stupidly a-flutter, and drops his own keys, wallet and coat on the hall table before going in search of Orlando. Who he finds - asleep, empty tea cup still in hand - on the couch. Christ. He's so beautiful. He leans in, pressing a soft kiss to his boy's temple.
Reaching out for Eric before he's even awake, Orlando murmurs wordlessly and wraps an arm around Eric's shoulders. A sleepy handful of blinks before he smiles and presses closer and murmurs, "Hello," against Eric's mouth, lips warm and seeking, the empty teacup falling away to the carpet with a muffled thud.
Eric licks into Orlando's mouth, between his lips, seeking out the taste of him, savoring it, storing it for the next time they'll be apart. Kisses him again and again before finally murmuring, "I missed you."
"Me too. So much." Orlando lays a hand to the side of Eric's face, fingers sifting through the hair at his temple as he licks the taste of Eric from his lips. "I brought you something," he murmurs, smile blooming across his features.
"Yeah? You didn't need to do that," Eric says, sitting back on his heels.
"You'll like it," Orlando says, following him relentlessly, winding around his shoulders, leg hooking along his hip, his grin teasing. "I promise."
Eric cocks his head at Orlando, slightly suspicious. "What is it?"
Orlando's smile softens, his gaze warm. "Me," he says. "I don't have to leave again. Peter says I'm done."
Eric stares at Orlando, stunned, not sure if he's heard right. "Seriously? You can stay here?"
"Yes," Orlando says firmly. "I'm all yours. We finished VORs yesterday and I got the all clear in time to make my return ticket match yours." He tilts his head, glowing with happiness at finally being able to tell him. "Though I didn't have enough time to pack more than my weekender in the end, so I might have to do some shopping," he teases. "Unless you want me lounging around naked."
"I like the idea of you lounging," Eric says, smiling, surprised at the sting of tears behind his eyes. Christ. "But you might get cold and I wouldn't want that."
Orlando cradles his face, kissing his brow before dipping down to kiss his mouth. "That's just one of the thousands of things I love about you, all that caring," he murmurs, the smile in his eyes. "Naked or bundled, I'll be waiting here for you. Every day."
"Ringed and plugged on at least one of those?" Eric teases, the news, the reality of it, finally sinking in.
"Yes," Orlando whispers, eyes going dark as he crowds closer. "Leave me instructions in the morning, and I'll text you evidence I'm obeying during the day," he whispers, tugging on an earlobe with his teeth.
Eric groans, sliding a hand up under Orlando's sweater, searching out warm skin beneath his palm. "Have you been a good boy?" he murmurs.
"Yes," Orlando moans, intense and quiet - body curving with the skim of Eric's hand, touch starved for the broad, familiar heat. "Your boy has been so good," he says, the words an unsteady whisper. "Oh, god I missed you, Eric, so much."
"Show me," Eric orders, rising to his feet, his hand pulled from Orlando's sweater, cupping the nape of his neck and pulling his face in against his groin. "Show me how much you missed me."
There's no hesitation in Orlando's greedy moan, lips parting wide and damp against denim, mouthing Eric's cock - the frantic shuffle of his body in against his legs as he sucks and rubs through denim.
Eric groans, his head going back, his cock throbbing under the relentless assault of Orlando's mouth. "More," he growls.
Orlando's lost in it, a soft babble of, "yes, Eric" and "let your boy show you" as his hands fumble with buttons and metal, moaning when he finally gets the heavy cock free, sucking it between his lips with quiet whine. His sucks firmly, cheeks hollow, his sounds muffled with contented clicks of his tongue and slow suction, lips wet with it as he swallows and groans and re-learns how to take him deeper.
Cursing softly under his breath, Eric slides his fingers through Orlando's curls, petting his boy, urging him on, letting that gorgeous perfect mouth edge him closer and closer to his release.
The thick heat, Eric's scent, the way his lips ache and his throat stretches - Orlando swallows Eric down with an ease that has him spreading his knees wider, his cock leaking a damp circle on the front of his trousers. His eyes open and roll up, dazed as he looks up the length of Eric's body and moans.
The final push is that look. Christ. Eric murmurs, "Close. Pull off." Hand wrapping around his cock, stroking firmly as he aims his spit-slicked flesh at Orlando's face.
Orlando comes off with an obscene slurp, panting through wet lips as he watches Eric's hand, his whine soft and needy, tipping up his chin and open his mouth wide.
The spurts are hot and thick, painting Orlando's skin with strands of white. Cheeks, mouth, nose, forehead - not an inch spared. Owned. "My boy," Eric says softly, growling out his pleasure. "Mine."
Lashes fluttering, Orlando snakes his tongue out to lap at what he can reach and his cock gives another wet, needy pulse, the dark stain spreading. He strains up towards Eric, but remains firmly on his knees. "Yours," he whispers, fingers stretched against Eric's shirt, kneading. "Your boy, yours."
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