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Lucky Me	By : Aja Category: Lord of the Rings Movies > General > Lord of the Ring Stars Views: 1521 -:- 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.

Chapter List
- 1-Lucky Me
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Pairing: Orlilly
Rating: NC17
Summary: Billy's stuck in a hotel for two days with a great view, a minibar, Orlando, and no escape. It's really a PWP.
Disclaimer: Direct from my imagination to your screen. No detours made to profitsville, no stops at reality along the way. Simply, untrue.
Feedback: Please.. :) It's very much appreciated.

LUCKY ME

"Lucky me."

Billy thought he should maybe sound more enthusiastic about this. He just couldn't quite manage it. It was bad enough having to see Orlando every single fucking day, (almost), but at least he wasn't stuck with him and could actually get away. (Not that he ever chose to.)

Orlando grinned. "Nah, lucky us."

"Wh" B" Billy puts down his bag, looks slowly around the room he was to share with Orlando for the next two days.

"We've got the best fucking view! Come on, you have to see it!" Orlando grabbed Billy's wrist, half-dragged him across the room to a pair of sliding glass doors. He yanked one open and burst onto the balcony. "Smell that air, man! Fucking hell, this is the best!"

"Yeah," Billy muttered. He stared at the distant forest, and up at the deep blue sky. Silently cursed the Gods for doing this to him. Fuckers.

Orlando, being Orlando, either hadn't noticed anything was wrong, or was just choosing to ignore it for the moment. "Two whole fucking days. What to do with two days?"

"Get horribly drunk and fall over?" Billy suggested, not truly serious.

"That sounds like a good plan to me," Orlando laughed.

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Billy let his feet drop from the table they were propped on, too sleepy to hold them up any longer. Which, he guessed, was the falling over part. Good job he'd remembered to sit down before those last three shots.

"So.." Orlando said. "So, so, so, so."

"So what?"

"Shu'up a minute. 'M thinkin'."

Billy giggled, a private joke about Orlando and thinking running through his head. Hmm. Orlando, running. Orlando, naked and running. Billy blushed and giggled again.

"'S up wi' you?"

"Nothin'. Carry on, do." Billy gave an elaborate sweep of his hand, almost hit Orlando's nose.

"What?"

"You were thinkin'?"

"Dunno. 'S dark, innit?"

"'Cause it's night. Usually. Dark at night. Yeah?"

Orlando shook his head. "Coming to bed?"

"I'll sleep here." Billy's voice dropped to a conspiratorial whisper. "Don' think I c'n move."

"Lemme help." Orlando got up, swaying. Hiccuped and reached for Billy's wrists. "Gotcha. Up. Up, then."

Billy tried, really tried, but his legs were like lead. He collapsed back into his seat with such force that it tipped over.

Orlando burst out laughing as Billy sprawled on the floor, chair and all. Legs in the air, curses drifting up from somewhere behind them. "Fucking stupid bloody chair! Cheap fucking shitty plastic crap!"

"Mate. Keep still, I'll.." Orlando bent to help him up again. Managed it this time, both of them wobbling dizzily. "You looked.." Orlando gasped, trying to speak between sudden explosive laughs. "Like a tortoise! Like an overturned fucking tortoise!"

"Fuck you."

"Yeah, you wanna." Orlando continued laughing, dragging Billy indoors. His feet hit a couple of empty bottles that clinked together as they rolled away.

"Yeah, I wanna." Billy squeaked as Orlando dropped him onto his bed. "I dun' feel so good."

"Go t'sleep."

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Billy was woken by the sound of groaning coming from somewhere to his left. He turned over. Big mistake. The bathroom door was wide open, the smell of vomit drifting out. Billy's stomach content travelled swiftly upwards. He shot off the bed, shoved past Orlando and threw up in the sink, silently vowing never to drink again. Or at least, never that much.

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Three pots of strong coffee (much to a hotel porter's amusement) and a large pizza (Orlando's unwelcome but actually quite sensible suggestion) later, the two of them were starting to sober up.

"I am so glad we don't have to be anywhere today," Orlando said for the fourth time. He was carrying two bottles of water, dropped one into Billy's lap.

"That's fucking cold!" Billy yelped.

"Thought it might help." Orlando slumped back into his seat, took a healthy swig of water. Too much, because some of it dribbled from the corner of his mouth. It should have been unattractive, but it was really fucking erotic to Billy. "Imagine if it'd been a real tree." Orlando says, grinning. Billy knows this line, the joke Orlando always finds funny. "You'd have had so many splinters in your arse."

"Well, it wasn't and I didn't."

"Lucky for you. Must've been bad enough, having so much wood between your legs for so long."

Predictable as ever, thought Billy. "Wasn't real wood. So I can't comment."

"Nah, that's right. Real Wood's not interested in what's between your legs, is he?"

"You think that bothers me?" Billy closed his fist around the screw-top of his bottled water.

Orlando shrugged. "How'm I to know what bothers you and what doesn't? You hardly ever speak to me."

"Fuck off."

Orlando looked thoughtful for a moment, then brightened. "Fucking hell," he said.

"What?"

"Oh.. Nothing. Just something you said last night."

Billy shifted, put down the water. "What?" He didn't like the smug expression on Orlando's face. Or that look in his eyes.

"Did you mean it?"

"I was drunk, I don't fucking remember what I said last night. Stop being a prick."

"I got the impression that's what you wanted. Me. Prick."

Billy could feel his cheeks colouring as he sank deeper into the armchair. "I could do without it, mate."

"Yeah, you have for this long. Billy." Orlando's voice dropped to a husky whisper on Billy's name. He held out his hand. "Billy, come here."

"Why? What? I'm alright here. What do-"

"Just come here."

Billy stayed where he was, staring at Orlando.

"Oh, for fuck's sake. Billy, just do it."

"I'm.. I'm not what you want, alright?"

"Who made you the fucking expert on what I want? Get your fucking arse over here now, Boyd."

So he did it. Got up and took Orlando's hand, thinking now what? He didn't have a chance to think anything else before Orlando set his bottle aside and yanked Billy down into his lap.

Orlando squirmed a bit, wrapping his arms around Billy's waist. "Comfy?"

"Um.."

"I'll take your not trying to get away as a yes, shall I?"

Billy groaned as Orlando's hands curved downward and cupped his backside.

"God, you've got a fantastic arse," Orlando said, voice roughened at the edges. "Those hobbit trousers do it no justice."

"Orl.. oh, God." Billy's back arched as Orlando rubbed and squeezed.

"I like you, alright?"

"Enough to kiss me?"

Orlando grinned, abandoning Billy's backside so he could curl his fingers into soft hair. He pulled until their mouths collided, slid his tongue easily between Billy's lips and into the waiting warmth of his mouth. Billy clutched at Orlando's shoulders, melting forward into the hard body beneath him. He forced Orlando's tongue back, licked the ridges of even teeth, sighed at the circles Orlando's thumb was making on the back of his neck.

"Mmph," Orlando said, pulling back. Billy started to back up, but found Orlando'ms wms were stopping him. "God, you taste fantastic. Don't go anywhere. Fuck, Billy.."

"Fuck what?" Billy wondered why he felt like an awkward teenager in all of this. Oh, yeah. Orlando was a man. And obviously had the experience in that area that Billy didn't. Still, it didn't stop him from leaning forward, attacking Orlando's neck with tongue and teeth. Orlando moaned, shifting beneath Billy. Woah. That was new. Hard-on against hard-on. Something Billy had never felt before. "Unhh.." It made him ache.

"Let me fuck you. Billy, I want to.." Orlando bit his lip, afraid of sounding too rough. Or something. "I want to fuck you so bad."

"Oh. Alright, then." Billy found himself breathless as Orlando ground his hips upward, causing a swift but lingering moment of delicious friction between them. He'd never thought as far as this. Didn't really know what to expect. He knew what went were, just.. not much else.

"We might be better off on a bed," Orlando suggested.

"Right. Yeah." Billy quickly got up, looked between the two beds at the other side of the room. Orlando took his hand again and pulled him over to the one that wasn't covered with discarded clothes. He made short work of his own jeans and took about two minutes to rid Billy of his clothes.

"Fucking hell."

"What's wrong?" Billy heard the tremble in his voice. No fucking way was he about to start bawling. Absolutely no way.

"Nothing. Not a thing." Orlando pushed until Billy sat, then dropped to his knees. "You're just. Yeah. God, that's a beautiful cock."

Billy blushed again, much deeper. Realising that - oh yes - he was naked, and Orlando could see every last bit of him. Fuck, how did that happen again? Still, he'd said 'beautiful', so that- "Holy fucking shit!"

Orlando lifted his head, alarmed. "Billy?"

"Do that again! Now! Jesus fucking Christ!"

Laughing, Orlando bent to close his mouth over the head of Billy's cock. He gripped the base of it with one hand, curled the other around Billy's thigh. He sucked softly, moving his tongue in slow circles around and swift strokes back and forth. He fisted where he gripped, twisting his hand and rubbing harder with every groan that spilled from Billy's lips.

Leaving the saliva-slick and leaking head, Orlando's mouth moved downward, kissing the length of Billy's cock. He licked Billy's swollen balls, shoving at his thighs so he could go deeper. He felt fingers suddenly close in his hair, shoving at his head, and grinned, humming as he went down. Stabbed his tongue out, a little way in.

"Oh my God.. Orlando, Jesus, please.."

"Move back a bit," Orlando told him, starting to get up, climb up onto the bed with Billy.

"Why did you fucking stop?"

"Move back. I need to be in you."

Billy moaned, scooting back over the sheets. He heard Orlando curse, felt the heat leave for a second. Some fumbling across the room, and then hs bas back. Lips pressed to Billy's forehead. "You okay?"

"Yeah. Just.. hurry up."

Another soft noise followed by a rustle of foil before Orlando reclaimed Billy's mouth, pushing his knees up almost past his shoulders. Fuck, that was uncomfortable. Then something else. Oh, oh God.

"Relax. Just relax. Trust me," Orlando whispered soothingly, Billy still licking messily at his lower lip. They both took a moment to concentrate, Billy finding it gradually easier to relax, Orlando's soft voice not faltering. It was.. Well, it was weird. Really weird. But it felt good. And then it felt better. And when another finger slid in beside its partner, followed swiftly by another, and they all curved upward, rubbing and twisting and - "Uah!" Billy almost did a vertical take-off. Orlando chuckled, brushing the spot again. Billy knew there was something he should be doing - oh, yes. Breathing. It came fast, shallow, desperate. He moaned loudly when Orlando pulled his fingers out, cried something obscene when Orlando slowly started easing his cock in instead.

Fully sheathed, Orlando let out his breath. Fuck, Billy was tight. Slippery, but tight. He forced open his eyes, sighed again, loudly, when he saw silvery eyes staring up at him. So much trust in them, so much love that Orlando almost lost himself, almost forgot to move. Billy's heels pressed into his sides, urging him on. A soft "please" was uttered. Orlando pulled back, eased in, keeping the rhythm slow. At first, anyway. As soon as Billy started to make odd little keening sounds, Orlando forgot about ease of pace and started to thrust harder, faster, deeper. He closed his fist around Billy's cock again, before he lost presence of mind and forgot to, stroked to almost the same rhythm.

"God.. Christ, Billy.." Orlando bucked madly as Billy's fingers pushed between his lips, stroked his loose tongue. Both moaned, grunted, panted their way to an almost simultaneous orgasm. It ripped through them like a flash fire, burning up their senses, incinerating muscle and bone until all that was left were two shaking bodies with wide, dark eyes.

It took Orlando a few minutes before he found the strength to pull out, get rid of the used condom. As soon as it was done, he wiped Billy's stomach and his own chest with the edge of the sheet, leaned in to kiss Billy's mouth. "Hey, sleepy."

"Mmm? 'Lando.."

"Close your eyes, Billy, love. I'll be here when you open them again. Promise."

"Promise?"

"Cross my heart."

"Thankyou."

Orlando smiled, settled beside Bil Afterglow really suits you, he thought. Good job, too.

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~end

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