Author - Deidre
Pairing: Orlando Bloom/Elijah Wood
Rating: NC17
Summary: Orlando and Elijah take a train ride home together.
Author's Note: This was written after my dear Padawan Aliyah experienced a similar RL incident. A train, a pervy wanky man, though absolutely no interest on her befalf! This fic is therapy for that traumatic vision received - I'm substituting a better image, yay me!
Disclaimer: They may have sex. I really don't know. But I swear I made all this up!
Elijah stared out the window, listening vaguely to the steady rhythm of the click of tracks as his train sped towards its destination. It was late at night and the carriage was practically empty. Apart from him, there was only an old woman at the far end, dozing lightly into her shoulder, and Orlando sprawled deep in the chair in a row of seats two rows down from where Elijah was sitting. It had been a long day and neither felt like talking and so they had chosen to sit apart, each lost in their own thoughts.
Elijah stirred slightly as the train jolted on its track, sending his eyes back into focus. He glanced into the reflection of the window and realised that Orlando was staring at him. Intently. He couldn't muster the energy to talk and so he just stared back, into the reflection, wondering what Orlando was finding so fascinating about him.
He tried to close his eyes but it was barely a second before he felt those eyes baring into him and so he instead chose to smile lazily. Orlando smiled back, a wicked gleam to his eye.
'What the hell's he up to?', thought Elijah as he stared back, doing a mixture of looking back and then looking away, unnerved but fascinated by the continual stare he was receiving.
A note of familiarity in that stare suddenly played in his mind and his eyes narrowed. He knew that look and it definitely wasn't one that friends - *platonic* friends - gave each other.
He casually sat up straight in his chair and stared intently into the reflection, realising for the first time that Orlando seemed to be rocking slightly in his seat.
"Orli!"
Elijah nearly jumped out of his seat in shock as he realised what his friend was doing. He stared in shock across the train, embarrassment burning bright in his cheeks until he realised that all Orlando was going to do was smirk boldly and continue the steady rhythm of his hand along his exposed cock.
Elijah sat back quickly, averting his gaze to the floor and trying desperately to pretend Orlando was not masturbating at him across the train. It didn't work as soon he found himself concentrating so much that he started to hear the small noises coming from his friend.
"Jesus!" he swore under his breath, and stared madly at the window ledge, determined not to pay attention to Orlando. 'I can't believe he's doing that! What the hell's he up to? I can't believe he's doing *that*!!'
Elijah took long deep breaths and focused on the window ledge, trying to get the thought of Orlando out of his mind. His eyes had other thoughts though as no sooner as he found a spot to stare at, his eyes was wander teasingly up, searching from a glimpse in the reflection again. He snapped his vision back down, only to find it wandering again.
He had no will power. He really hated that fact. He really didn't want to look but it was like that old road accident scenario - you just *had* to stare.
'Damn' he thought. 'Stop it, Orli, stop it.'
He peeped his eyes up again and met Orlando's grin and snapped his view down quickly. He found himself unconsciously sitting higher in his chair, trying to pretend to himself that his posture was just becoming uncomfortable. It wasn't that he was starting to get things happening in his own lap. No. Or that sitting high enough meant he might be able to view Orlando's cock. Definitely not.
His vision sneaked up again and Orlando's reflection winked back. Elijah looked down again and stared stubbornly into the chair opposite him. 'I'm not looking. I don't care and I'm not looking.'
Unfortunately for him, his body had other ideas as he had reached a posture high enough to suddenly be able to see over the seat that had been blocking his view of below Orlando's waist.
Elijah's eyes boggled wide. "HOLY CRAP!"
Orlando laughed loudly and hastened his strokes as he stared unconcerned into his friend's face.
Elijah turned his head away from the reflection, not even pretending that he wasn't interested anymore. He was shocked. Absolutely shocked.
'He's *wanking*!!' he thought as he stared blankly with his jaw dropped, eyes focused at Orlando's cock standing high above the opened zip of his pants. 'His dick is *massive*! MASSIVE!' He paused in his thoughts, shaking his head in disbelief. '*Really* MASSIVE!!'
Orlando's hand increases its movements until the inevitability of orgasm overcame him and his turned his palm over the top to catch the flow. Elijah gasped, still shaking his head, jaw nearly dropped to the floor, unsure what to think. He couldn't believe Orli had done that. He couldn't believe he'd done that staring at him! He couldn't believe Orli has such a massively huge DICK!!
He stood up with a jolt from his chair, too many thoughts in his head. Rushing madly from the carriage into the next down, he could plainly feel his own cock pointing the way.
"Bloody, bloody, DAMN!!" he yelled out loud as he ran, cursing his own interest, and cursing Orlando for the laughter he could hear echoing behind him.
The End
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