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With His Skirt Around His Waist	By : eviltwin737 Category: Lord of the Rings Movies > General > Lord of the Ring Stars Views: 2044 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is work of fiction! I do not know the celebrity(ies) I am writing about, and I do not profit from these writings.

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- 1-Little Black Dress
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Title: Little Black Dress
Series: With His Skirt Around His Waist (1/?)
Author/Email: eviltwin (tracey737uk@yahoo.co.uk)
Pairing: EW/OB, EW/SB/OB, EW/VM
Rating: NC17
Summary: Orlando owes Viggo. But Viggo takes more than he should.
Warnings: Angsty, kinda. Cross-dressing kink.
Feedback: Bunnies need it.
Disclaimer: I makes no claims as to the actual sexual preferences of the people I portrays. I makes no money from it either. It's FICTION.
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"Orli? Come on, what're you doing?"

Orlando looks round at Elijah, hopping anxiously from one to to the other; back again. "Relax, Lij. She won't even notice." He heads back into the closet, leaving Elijah to continue his nervous movement.

"Do you know anything about women?" Elijah asks.

"Why would I want to when I have you?"

"My point exactly. She will notice."

"She won't. You know, the only thing I care to know about women is that they have good taste in clothes. That's true of Liv at least."

"What if she comes back?"

"She's away for four days. That's why she gave me the keys. So I could get some fresh stuff in for her for when she gets back."

"But she might...her plans could change. She-" Elijah shuts up as Orlando's arm appears from inside the closet, holding a hanger wih a short, strappy, black silk dress on it. "This, I think."

"Are you kidding?! She loves that dress! What if it gets ruined?"

"If it gets ruined, I'll buy her another one. I think this'll look great..." The rest of Orlando appears, smiling at Elijah. He drops the dress on the bed and wraps his arms around the younger man's waist, dipping his head to kiss him. "Go on," he murmurs, as he pulls away.

"Here?"

"Yeah. They'll be here soon. She'll never know."

"That's as maybe, but I will. I'll never be able to look her in the-ah!" He moans as Orlando grabs his crotch through his linen pants. "God.."

"Trust me, Lij. She'll never know." He leaves Elijah stood there, hard and aching, and goes to look through the chest of drawers. Throws a pair of stockings and something lacy at his lover. "Go on."

Elijah sighs in defeat and heads for the bathroom. Once there, he locks the door behind him and gets undressed. He can hear Viggo coming up the stairs now, along with Sean. Their voices are low and he can't make out what they're saying. Fuck. If Liv ever finds out about this, they're all dead men. He changes, takes a look at his reflection. Maybe a little ridiculous. So he opens up the bathroom cabinet and digs out a few things that might help. Eyeliner, lip gloss, eyeshadow, mascara, blush. He makes up his face and paints his nails blood-red then looks again at his reflection. Musses up his hair a bit. It looks better, he supposes.

There's a knock at the door then and Orlando asks if he's okay. He opens the door a fraction and looks out. Can see Orlando looking him up and down, what he can see of him, and licking his lips.

"Fuck me... Still coming out?"

"You want me to yourself now?"

"Yeah. That's making me feel kind of selfish."

"So send Sean home."

Orlando reaches out and fingers the spaghetti straps of the black dress, smiling wistfully. "I can't," he says, finally. "I promised." He takes Elijah's hand and pulls him out into the hallway, leads him to the guest bedroom where Sean and Viggo are waiting. Sean curses when he sees Elijah. Viggo just takes it in with that unnerving stare of his.

Orlando pulls Elijah back to the bed, clutches his ass through the black silk while they kiss. Elijah hears a click close to his head, looks round to find himself staring straight into the lens of Viggo's camera. Because he's not here to join in, he's here to record the moment at Orlando's request.

Sean is here to join in though, and a moment later Elijah feels Sean's hands in his hair, gently forcing him to turn away from Orlando and into Sean's kiss. But Orlando's hands are still rubbing his backside, lifting the skirt of the dress up around his waist. He's wearing nothing underneath the dress except a suspender belt and the black stockings. Orlando's fingers stroke down the crease of his buttocks, making him moan into Sean's mouth. He's decided; he fucking loves being kissed by Sean.

"Did you shave your legs?" The incredulous voice belongs to Viggo, who has lowered his camera and is staring at Elijah's thighs. Elijah is still occupied by Sean's mouth though, so Orlando answers for him.

"I shaved them for him this morning." His hand leaves Elijah's ass, curves around his leg. "Nice, aren't they?" Viggo makes a small noise of appreciation, lifts his camera again.

Sean breaks off the kiss, licks the lip gloss from his mouth. Orlando immediately pulls Elijah back down to him, hands now coming up to bury themselves in Elijah's thick hair while they kiss. At Sean's instruction, Elijah lifts himself up a little, not relinquishing contact with Orlando's mouth, and gasps at the sudden wet pressure at the base of his spine. He wonders why he had to bother with the dress when it seems all Orlando and Sean want is to get at his ass. Then he doesn't care as Sean's tongue pushes at the entrance to his body. He throws his head back, ignoring Orlando's protests, to curse loudly. Sean's fingers are in there, helping loosen him up, until more than just the tip of his tongue can fit inside Elijah. He squirms against Orlando, panting and groaning at this sudden intrusion. Fuck, he never got told about this. It takes him a while to realise someone is speaking.

"Sean!"

The pressure disappears. Elijah whimpers at the loss, collapses back down against Orlando.

"What?" Sean asks.

"Don't go too fast. We have plenty of time. And at least let me get undressed before he comes all over me."

"Sorry," Sean mumbles. Elijah feels the mattress dip and shift as Sean crawls backward and off it. Orlando pushes him up and he is left alone on the bed while both men undress. He glances over at Viggo, finds the older man staring straight at him. So he mouths Viggo's name, runs his tongue over his lips, winks. It works, Viggo looks away. Looks at Orlando and Sean. They're both naked now; naked and joined in a kiss. Elijah rolls onto his belly, bends his knees and crosses his ankles with his feet int he air. He rests his head on his hands and watches Sean's tongull oll over his boyfriend's mouth.

"You guys..."

"Come here, Lijah. I want to watch you give Orli a blow-job." Sean smiles at Orlando, looks over to watch Elijah get off the bed. And he moves to stand behind Orlando as Elijah kneels in front of them, wrapping his tongue around the tip of Orlando's erection.

Sean holds Orli steady, head resting on his shoulder so he can see what Elijah is doing. And fuck, the boy looks so fucking sexy

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