Author - Vangiekitty
Pairing: Orlando Bloom/Elijah Wood
Rating: NC17
Summary: much gratuitous nipple licking and naughty elf and hobbit behavior.
Note: This fic was inspired by 3 things. First by the EW journal. Wiz, I hope you're working on the next one! Waiting around so long has caused my mind to go in endless smut circles and you can see what resulted. Second, I was inspired by those naughty pics floating around the net of Elijah with his nipples showing. Third, I found those "hug" pics of Elijah wrapping himself around Orlando and grinding against him most provocative. One thing led to another and well… judge for yourself.
Disclaimer: This story is a work of fiction. That means it is not true, it never happened. The author is not claiming it to be true. The author does not know and is not affiliated with any persons mentioned in this story. Nor is the author making any claims as the real life sexuality or preferences of anyone mentioned herein. Again, it's NOT true.
It's late, it's been a long day at the shoot and Orlando and I are hanging out in my room waiting for the other hobbits to finish showering and come over so we can decide if we want to go out or not. Normally we'd all just drop into bed exhausted but we have the next couple of days off so why not stay up partying all night if you can sleep in the next morning? Or at least, that's the hobbit/elf mentality around here. All except for Sean, at least, who I think is probably just going to stay in with his wife.
I'm sitting on the bed, freshly showered wearing black jeans and my old black comfy button down oxford, no shoes as yet. I'm watching Orli who's pacing the room gracefully as a cat. He's still in costume even down to the long, blond elf hair and honestly, I don't know how he gets away with it. The costume people would skin anyone else alive for daring to take liberties with their precious outfits but Orlando does whatever he wants and gets away with murder- probably just because he flirts so outrageously with everyone. So if he wants to go out drinking in full Legolas costume, he can do it. Hell, he could probably spill a whole pint down the front of his jerkin and the costume ladies would just say- "Oh, poor Orli! Did you have a rough night?" Whereas they have a fit if I so much as chug a Pepsi while wearing Frodo's duds.
Orlando is still in character, I can tell by the graceful way he moves as he paces and I wish I knew what had him so worked up. He is so absolutely beautiful in the Legolas garb which I'm sure he knows but I try to push the thought away from me mainly because it's so damn confusing.
I remember one night after we first came to NZ we (all the hobbits and Orland, I mean) sat up one whole night just discussing our characters and their motivations. Of course character sexuality came up too and (obliquely I guess) our own as well.
"Elves are so androgynous." Orlando said at one point. "I'd lay odds that that they're all bisexual." He shrugged. "Not that it matters."
"Of course not…" we all chimed in then. No homophobes here! And then we got to talking about how cool Ian is and how brave he was to come out about his sexuality and I think Sean summed it up by saying, "You know, just cause I don't swing that way doesn't mean it bothers me. I think it's got to be all about loving the person inside. What's on the outside doesn't matter so much." And he said something else which I can't remember about a 'passionate love bond between two people' which I think got quoted in the official film book and probably makes Sam look even more hard up for Frodo than he is- if that's even possible.
So there we were - all agreeing that we were totally non-homophobic even though we're all completely straight. Yeah right - like none of us had even thought about it? What it would be like with another guy, I mean. Well, I had thought about it quite a bit but I didn't have the sack to say so. Instead, I looped my arm around Sean's neck and said, "Of course we know why Sam loves Frodo. It's for what's inside - inside his pants that is." Just goofing around, like we always do. So of course Sean grabbed me and rolled over on top of me (we were all sitting in a big circle on the floor) and started planting these big, wet kisses all over my face (though a fair amount landed on my mouth, I noticed). He was saying things like, "O Mister Frodo, let me suck you off! I'd do anything for you Master, anything at all!"
"Down, Samwise!" I yelled, laughing but really enjoying it too, ya know? Sean is usually so serious about the Frodo/Sam relationship but every once in a while he'll joke about it and crack us all up. We were still rolling around on the floor and giggling when Billy and Dom decided they had to get in on it too.
"Hobbit sandwich!" Billy yelled suddenly, grabbing Sean from behind and then Dom grabbed him and it started to turn into a big puppy pile.
"Looks more like a hobbit daisy chain to me." Orlando snorted but I guess he couldn't bear to be left out because then he jumped in and grabbed me from behind, (I was facing Sean who was still kissing me all over.)
"Squeeze the ring bearer!" Orli shouted and suddenly I felt him pressing much tighter against me and Sean and Dom and Billy were pushing from the other side and I was so breathless from laughing and trying to fend off Sean that it was a minute before I noticed just how tightly Orlando was pressed against me. I mean, his crotch was snug, right up against my ass and I know I couldn't have imagined that huge, hard lump digging into me from behind. Without thinking, I did what felt natural which was to press my ass back against him. The friction between us got very intense and I started to develop quite a hard on myself which Sean must have felt against his thigh because he suddenly stopped kissing all over me and kidding around and his eyes got very big. I wasn't the only one with a hard on, though. Looking over Sean's shoulder, it looked an awfully lot like Dom was dry humping Billy and Billy seemed to be enjoying it. It looked for a minute like all our protestations of heterosexuality were going to come crashing down around us and that the hobbit/elf sandwich was going to turn into a hobbit/elf orgy. But, I guess Sean couldn't handle that. After all, he's the only one with a wife and family to consider. So he yelled out, "Tickle the ring bearer!" And then the whole thing turned into a huge tickle-fest instead and I laughed so hard my dick went completely limp and my stomach muscles were sore all the next day. I hate being tickled! The situation was defused but I never could forget Orlando pressing against my ass like that…
And that's what I find myself thinking about now, watching him pace back and forth with all that gorgeous blond elf hair whipping around. Suddenly he stops and turns abruptly towards me.
"Hey, what's eating you, Lije?" he demands. "Why so quiet, mate?"
"Uh…" I'm fumbling around for something to say - anything but what I was just thinking about. "Uh… I'm just bummed cause my Agent says I have to spend part of our time off getting these new publicity pics made. I'd rather be with you guys, ya know?"
"Yeah, that bites." Orlando responds. "But then, don't you loooove making love to the camera, Lijah?" He twirls a long strand of elf hair and makes kissy faces for effect.
"No", I say shortly. "It sucks. Besides, the Agent's got some weird ideas about doing something 'edgy'."
"Edgy? Like how edgy?" I can tell he is interested now.
"Nothing BSDM or anything, Orli." I point out. "She just wants me to do, like, some open shirt type things. Show off my nipples or something." Orli grins.
"Well, that is kinda weird, mate." He points out.
"Yeah, I know but apparently that's what people want." I sigh. "Although you'd think people would have better things to do than download pictures of my nipples off the internet to drool over."
"Oh, I dunno." Orli is now sitting on the bed with me and grinning like crazy. "I've heard those hobbit nipples are pretty hot stuff…Hey - why don'tcha give us a look?"
"Come again?" I can't figure out what he's up to - probably just joking around as usual. But he grabs my hand and pulls me up off the bed so that now we're standing in the middle of the room facing each other.
"Seriously, unbutton your shirt, hobbit. Let's see what you've got." He switches abruptly into Legolas's cultured, elfin voice, "I will give you my opinion as an elf of noble birth if hobbit nipples are worth drooling over." He promises solemnly, looking lofty and totally elfish.
I burst out laughing and decide to play along, Orli is such a trip. Unbuttoning my shirt I say, "Very well, friend elf. But I'll have you know that these are the nipples of the ring bearer of the one ring. They've been all the way to Mount Doom and back."
"Ooooo, I'm trembling! The Nipples of Doom." Intones Orlando. Just do me a favor, mate and don't show me the 'crack of doom' as well."
"*Cracks* of Doom." I correct him and we're both cracking up but at that point I finish unbuttoning and pull my shirt open and Orlando stops laughing and gets kinda quiet all at once.
"Hmmm." He mutters, licking his lips as though his mouth is suddenly to dry. "Hobbit nipples…" And suddenly he reaches forward and his long, delicate fingers are circling around and around the outside edges of said nipples. The room begins to seem too warm though my nipples are definitely erect in the cool air. This soft, almost touching is the worst kind of torture. I can feel myself beginning to stiffen in the confines of my too-tight black jeans.
"Um, Orli? What are you doing?" I ask, not sure if I want him to stop or not.
"Just trying to form an opinion here." He answers inanely. His voice sounds distracted. And then he lets his arms drop to his sides and just walks around behind me. I can't help wondering 'What's next? Is he just kidding around or what?' But I don't have much time to wonder because suddenly I feel his breath hot on the back of my neck and his chest and stomach pressed against my back. Then his hands are back, this time gently tweaking and twisting my small pink nubs. God! Does he not know what he's doing to me? His hands are warm and he pinches just hard enough to make me squirm. I know this all started out as a joke but it seem like it may be getting out of hand.
"Orli…" I start to say.
"Quiet." He instructs me abruptly and then he is pulling me down on the bed so that I'm lying on my back facing him with what I'm sure is a very dazed expression on my face.
"What are you doing?" I ask again as he hovers above me. He grins, that naughty Orli grin of his.
"All those people on the internet can't be wrong, mate. I'm just trying to figure out what's so great about your nipples!" OK - so we're back to joking again - this I can handle. For a minute I thought we were getting into scary territory but it's Orli being Orli as usual.
"OK - you've had your fun." I say, laughing and starting to button my shirt but almost faster than I can see, he's on me, straddling me and pinning both wrists above my head with just one hand. God, he's strong!
"Not so fast, little hobbit." He whispers in my ear. "I'm not done with you yet…"
"Orli…" I'm uncomfortable being pinned down but it's kind of exciting too. "Come on, man - don't tickle me - you know how much I hate that!" Why else would he be pinning me to the bed? And he knows how ticklish I am.
"Oh I'm not going to tickle you, Lijah. I'm going to taste you." And to my utter surprise he does. He leans down and licks my right nipple, slowly and thoroughly tasting me.
"Hmmmmm." He licks his lips, pretending to think about the taste. "Very nice, little hobbit. Even better than lembas in fact. I think I'll have some more." And he dives back in and this time he's sucking my right nipple in earnest while his other hand, (the one not busy pinning my wrists above my head) is pinching and twisting my left nipple. His mouth is hot and wet and he drags his tongue roughly against my sensitive flesh in away that makes me want to scream. Abruptly he switches nipples and I can feel the cool air on the one he just sucked and the long, blond elf hair is tickling my bare sides like crazy. He is heavy on top of me and I can feel his crotch grinding against my thighs as he sucks and nips endlessly.
I'm still kinda in a state of shock and I'm not quite sure what to do. I mean - a couple of times a few of the guys have held me down and tickled me cause they know how much I hate it but this is the first time one of them held me down and sucked my nipples. Orlando has to know what he's doing to me - there's no way he can't. His stomach is pressed tightly against my groin and I'm hard as a rock - I can't help it. I wish I could run my hands through all that gorgeous blond hair but Orli's still got my hands pinned up above my head. I'm feeling helpless and violated. And very hot.
Just when I think I'm gonna cum in my pants from having his delicious, hot mouth all over me, he abruptly stops.
"Oh, god! Orli…" I'm actually panting at this point.
"You know what I want to do to you, hobbit?" he asks me, still with Legolas's voice. "You know what else I've always wanted to taste?"
"What?" I manage to gasp out, hardly able to get enough oxygen because I'm so hot.
"Hobbit cock. I'm going to suck you little hobbit. In all my three thousand years as an elf I've never had the pleasure. Now will you be a good hobbit and hold still so I can let go of your hands?"
"I'll be good." I whisper, still not believing this at all.
"Excellent." He releases my wrists and his large, warm hand is already stroking my shaft through the tight, black jeans. I bite back a moan as he unzips the jeans and peels them and my boxers down around my thighs. I feel the cool air against me for a minute and then his hand is on me, stroking me roughly and gently at the same time. I'm so hard I'm leaking like crazy. I can't believe that's he's really gonna do it. Most likely he'll just jerk me off and we'll pretend nothing ever happened. But then Orlando leans down and I feel his hot tongue glide across the head of my cock in a way that makes me gasp. I am expecting him to look up and say something about hobbit precum or something but when he does look up his look is concerned and he almost whispers (in Orlando's voice, not Legolas's), "This OK with you, Lijah?"
"Yeah man, go ahead." I manage to gasp out and then I'm groaning because he does go ahead and I can feel his hot tongue all over my shaft and balls, licking and probing and generally teasing unmercifully. When he's got me practically crying cause it feels so good he stops for a minute and then he dives in again, this time enveloping me completely with his mouth. I can feel myself completely surrounded by his hot, wet mouth and the gentle suction around my shaft is driving me crazy. Now I can feel the silky elf hair tickling against my balls as Orlando moves over me rhythmically, sucking me deeper and deeper down his throat while his strong fingers massage my inner thighs.
I can't last long like this - no way in hell can I last.
"Orli - Orlando!" I gasp, trying to warn him. "I'm gonna come, man - I can't hold off!"
But instead of pulling back like I half expected he would. Orlando sucks me even more deeply into his mouth and he even picks up the pace a bit. Well, if it's OK with him, it's certainly OK with me and so I finally just relax and let myself go with it. Thrusting deep into his mouth I feel the orgasm build until it crashes over me. And then I'm shooting, arching my back and coming so hard that I think I'm seeing spots. Orli's got me so far down his throat that I doubt he can even taste my cum but he seems to be enjoying it anyway. He's still sucking hard and cupping my balls with one hand as I convulse against him, my hands finally buried in that long, golden hair.
I'm gasping and panting as he finishes me off and then looks up with that naughty little grin of his.
"I didn't know elves swallowed." I say, trying to grin back and still too shaken to move, even enough to cover myself..
"Oh yes, my dear hobbit. Elves always swallow." He assures me, grinning wider than ever and placing one last kiss on my lower belly. Just then I hear a loud pounding at the door.
"Come on, you guys, what's taking so long?" Billy's voice comes through the door.
"Yeah, quit fucken around and let's hit some pubs." Dom's voice sounds like his hand is on the knob and I suddenly can't remember if I locked the damn door but I'm betting I didn't.
Orlando recovers first.
"Coming," he yells, rolling off of me. "Hold your fucken horses, mate." He makes frantic gestures at me to pull up my jeans and boxers which I hastily do. I barely finish doing up my fly before Dom and Billy stroll in. Seeing my flushed face and still unbuttoned shirt, Dom leers at me and says, "OK, and what's been going on in here? You putting Mr. Baggins through his paces, Orli?"
"Oh sure," Orli says coolly, trying to bluff his way through. "Actually I was sucking him off and I was about to fuck him until you two showed up." I gasp at him, I can't believe he just said that! But it works because after a stunned moment of silence, Billy and Dom break out into shouts of laughter that might sound more appropriate from orcs instead of hobbits.
"Yeah, that hobbit meat - it sure is sweet." Dom jokes, sitting down beside me on the bed and ruffling my hair in the way he knows I hate.
"Yup, can't be too hard on old Leggy here." Billy adds, sitting down on the opposite side. "We've all got the hots for the ring bearer." He rubs his crotch lasciviously and grins at me, wiggling his eyebrows for effect.
"You guys, cut it out!" I'm trying to sound irritated and annoyed at the same time and not at all like I just had the best blow job of my life - hell - the only blow job of my life. "Are we gonna go out or not?"
"Sure we are if you'd just get dressed, Lijah." As he talks, Dom leans over and starts messing with my shirt before I can stop him. "Better button up your shirt it's cold out…" He stops in mid sentence abruptly and stares at my chest. "Dude… you've got hickeys all over your chest and, um, nipples." He points out.
"What, where? Let me see!" Billy pulls at my shirt from the other direction but I climb over them both and jump off the bed. Quickly I button my shirt and tuck it into my pants.
"Just a rash from makeup." I explain in what I hope is a cool voice. "They, uh, promised to try something new for the next shoot."
"Yeah, sure…" Dom's voice is skeptical and I know they don't believe me but I'm hoping against hope they'll both just let it slide. The issue is in doubt for a minute but then Orlando says briskly, as if nothing had happened, "Well mates, I'm going out to hit the pubs. Are you blokes coming or not?"
"Sure, OK." Billy seems ready to let it drop and at last Dom follows suit.
"Alright, where should we go?"
"Wherever as long as they have beer." Orli replies. I get on my shoes and we all troop out to Dom's car but somehow I know this is not……………The End??????
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