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Pink Champagne, Orlijah, NC17

Author: Claudia
Pairing: Orlijah
rating: NC17
Disclaimer: This story is a fictional product of its author's imagination and does not represent any actual opinions or events.
Summary: Party at Orli’s. Maybe.



Elijah jumped out of bed, squinting at the digital clock on his bedside table. As the neon green numbers came into focus, he groaned in confusion, running his hands through his scruffy hair. 10:45.

Ever since the fellowship had been given an entire week off, he had done nothing, and now the break was halfway done. He had planned to go on some tours of the oddly breathtaking land in which he now lived, but he found that all he really wanted to do was sleep by day and go out with his buddies at night. Of course, his sleep schedule was thoroughly screwed up now that he didn’t have to get up by four, and it was near impossible to suddenly be allowed to sleep until ten if he wanted. Today he had awakened before sunrise yet again, and by six he had crashed.

Why the hell hadn’t Dom or Billy woken him up? They had all planned to ride over to Orli’s together for the party. And now it was an hour and a half past when they said they’d stop by to get him.

“Fuckers.” Elijah couldn’t help a fond smile, and his heart palpitated slightly. Maybe they’d done him a favor. Not that he thought they suspected his feelings for Orli, of course. He had kept those buried under every conceivable layer he could find in his psyche. But by not coming to get him, Dom and Billy had made it so that he had to show up alone at the party. Maybe then it would help him stand out more on his own so that he was not just “one of the hobbits.”

Elijah did not bother to shower as he had already done so that morning, but he picked out a freshly pressed shirt and as he buttoned it, he shivered a little. He was fully awake now.

Orlando’s name alone was enough to cause a pleasant stirring in Elijah’s groin. It was a cheesy name, kind of like a hero in a shabby romance novel. Yet his Orli (yes, his Orli, he thought and grinned) was the antithesis of cheesy romance hero. He was crazy and damned immature, the kind of friend Elijah would never have picked, growing up the way he had, forced to interact with stodgy adults all the time. Orli jumped from bridges, partied until three in the morning, even on days when he had to be up at dawn for filming. And yet he always looked his best, smooth, alert and full of the cat-like grace of the elves.

The party would offer no opportunity for anything to happen, so Elijah couldn’t explain the teeny-girl flutters in his stomach. It would be like any other time when they all got together. They would joke around, get drunk, Elijah would sit with the other hobbits, and Orlando would throw crude jokes their way. Billy would always have the perfect come back, and Elijah would do nothing but laugh. Orli would give him those curious, quirky glances and Elijah would have to lean forward so that nobody would see the growing bulge in his jeans.

Elijah ran his hand through his hair again.

“Fuckers,” he said again, glancing at the clock, which now said 10:58. Dom and Billy were probably already partying it up. He had to wonder if they had tried to stop by earlier. Elijah slept like a rock. He had to set three alarm clocks on work days, and even so, sometimes he overslept and had to endure humiliating wake-up calls from Sean.

Elijah had bought the alcohol already – pink champagne. He grinned. He just couldn’t wait to see the look on Orli’s face when he saw it.

His mind fled back to earlier that summer.

Elijah and Orli sit on a wide, flat boulder in the middle of what seems like nowhere. There is nothing to stop the wind from whipping at them with wicked cold claws. The break will be too short, and it is one of the few times they get to film together.

Elijah laughs, and Orli looks at him in mock annoyance. “What’s funny?”

“You were nancing.”

“Fuck you.”

“You were nancing, you nancing elf,” Elijah says. The wind makes his nose run and he sniffs it up. He has no tissue and he’s not going to wipe his nose with his sleeve, not in front of Orli.

“At least I don’t fall over every five minutes.” Orli makes his voice high-pitched and bats his eyelashes. “Oh, help me, Aragorn, I’m falling! Oh, Boromir, I’m a helpless hobbit! Legolas, save me!”

Elijah shoves Orli off the boulder, but Orli grabs hold of Elijah’s cloak, pulling him down on top of him. Orli easily wrestles Elijah beneath him, pinning his wrists above his head.

“Tell me, hobbit…does Frodo ever get laid?” Orli asks, lifting a delicate Elvish eyebrow.

Elijah struggles, but Orli has him pinned hard. Elijah gasps out laughter. “Frodo’s the biggest player in the Shire.”

“Frodo’s the oldest virgin in the Shire,” Orli corrects, letting go of Elijah’s wrists. Elijah takes full advantage and shoves upward with his elbow, knocking Orli to the ground. His Legolas hair no longer looks so perfect. Elijah straddles him, pressing down on the Elf’s chest with his cold pink hands.

“Let’s talk about just how old Legolas is and how he still isn’t getting any.”

Orli knocks Elijah off of him and sits up. “Pink champagne.”

“What?” Elijah is laughing so hard he clutches his belly. Leave it to Orli to say something completely dumb and off topic.

“Legolas had pink champagne his first time. And dancing girls.”

“You nancing elf,” Elijah says, shaking his head. Then they both laugh so hard that the others watch them with quizzical smiles.


******************************************************

Elijah killed the engine in his car and frowned. How odd. He heard no music, no laughter, none of the usual signs of a party. In fact, the windows looked dark and lifeless.

“Okay…?” Elijah whispered. He got out of his car and peered in the window. He could see faint light that appeared to be spilling out from the bedroom. Maybe they’d all decided to go out. They could have at least left a note. This was not how he pictured this night going, and he was disappointed. Now that he was awake, Elijah was actually really in a party mood and he had already psyched himself up to see Orli.

Lord, he felt stupid, but he knocked anyway. Maybe they had all decided to fuck with his head. He could just see Dom getting off on doing that. Elijah didn’t have a choice but to look like a dork now, but he’d get them back. Some time.

He knocked again – harder. He now pretty much knew that they weren’t fucking with him – there just really wasn’t a party here. Besides, how’d they all get here? Where were the cars?

The door opened, and Orli stood in the doorway, blinking, dressed only in boxers and a tee shirt.

“Lij?” He looked confused. And half asleep.

Elijah peered behind Orli, but he saw nobody else. “What the fuck is going on? Where is everyone?”

Orli raised his eyebrow. “You’re the one who woke me up.”

“The party?” Elijah thrust the bag containing the bottle in front of him. “Where’s the party? Did they leave already? I brought alcohol.”

“Party…” Orli looked confused for a moment. Then he started to laugh. “Party’s tomorrow! Oh my God, Lij got the date wrong!”

The stunned look on Elijah’s face must have looked pathetic because Orli stopped laughing almost immediately. “Come in,” he said. “No sense letting a good bottle go to waste.”

“I could save it, you know, for tomorrow.”

Fool, Elijah thought, clenching his jaw. He just invited you in.

“Let’s live for today.”

Elijah grinned as Orli took the bottle out of the bag. When he looked carefully at it, they looked at each other and laughed.

“You’re such an asshole.” Orli aimed a cuff at Elijah’s head, but Elijah ducked out of the way.

“Where’s the corkscrew?” Elijah asked. Without waiting for an answer, he walked into the kitchen. Naturally the kitchen was not well stocked at all, but it did include some necessities, like a bottle opener and a corkscrew.

“Screw,” Elijah whispered to himself with a foolish grin. His legs felt rubbery all the sudden, and he realized that this was the first time that he and Orli had hung out completely alone. If anything was going to happen, it would happen tonight.

“You talking to yourself in there?” Orli called.

“Yeah,” Elijah said. He found that he couldn’t stop the giddy laughter, no matter how he tried to stifle it with his elbow.

“Give it to me!” Orli said, grabbing the corkscrew. “You’ll hurt someone with that.”

“Screw you,” Elijah said, and he laughed uncontrollably. But their hands lingered against each other for just a second too long.


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To think he had gotten drunk on pink champagne. Well, that was not completely true. There had been the bottles of cider and beer that they had downed on top of the champagne, much more than Elijah was used to drinking at one time.

As Elijah wobbled to the bathroom, he had to think oh so carefully about the finer points of staying in a straight line, of lifting one foot after the other.

“You okay?” Orli asked, and giggled. He wasn’t in much better shape.

“Haven’t felt better.”

When Elijah staggered back into the living room, planning to plop back on the couch and perhaps have another beer before he passed out, he missed his target and landed on Orli’s warm thighs. Orli’s arms encircled him, keeping him from falling. Elijah’s groin warmed and stirred, and he found himself with an embarrassingly obvious hard on. Orli paused. No, he froze.

He saw.

In that second, which seemed to last breathless hours, Elijah’s stomach plunged and turned. Orli knew -- and he was utterly repulsed. He would never want to have anything to do with Elijah again. Somehow it would get back to the others, and they would never ever let him live it down.

Orli’s hand moved down and lay clasped over Elijah’s arousal.

“What’s this,” he whispered in Elijah’s ear. “A hobbit, caught off his guard?”

Elijah struggled to fling himself off Orli’s lap, off those warm, muscled thighs, prepared to run out the door and never come back. They would have to see each other at filming, of course, but other than that, he could manage to avoid him.

But Orli’s arm held him tight, his hand still resting over Elijah’s erection. He was strong, much stronger than Elijah, and that served only to cause Elijah to harden more. “Shh,” Orli said with sudden tenderness. “Shh.”

Elijah forced himself to relax in Orli’s arms. Orli’s fingers worked at Elijah’s jeans, unbuttoning. His hands slid up Elijah’s stomach, under his buttoned shirt and then down again, sliding his jeans and underwear down.

“Are you sure?” Elijah asked.

“You brought the champagne.” The sudden hoarseness in Orli’s voice only caused his groin to stiffen even more. “I thought—“

“You knew?”

“You didn’t know?” Orli asked, his strokes becoming more insistent. Elijah could feel the thud of Orli’s heart against his back. He wasn’t fucking around.

I’m actually here, with Orli’s hands all over me.

With Elijah now on the couch, in between Orli’s legs, Orli took Elijah’s cock in both his hands, stroking with tender care. Something unyielding dug into Elijah’s lower back. Elijah moved his hips, undulating over Orli’s new hardness, and Orli bit Elijah’s ear. “Stop!” he hissed. But Elijah rubbed with more exaggeration. He nearly came at the thought of just how stiff he had made Orli’s cock.

“You want it…you nancing elf…”

“Fuck you,” Orli said in that hoarse voice that Elijah would forever associate with, well, fucking.

*****************************************************

They had stumbled to Orli’s room in a fog. They clung to each other like dancers, still kissing, kicking clothing off along the way, bumping sometimes against the walls of the hallway, their cocks bumping and sliding against each other. In the end, Elijah did not bother to kick off his socks, and, while his shirt gaped open, he had not gotten around to taking it off. Orli was somewhat more meticulous. He was fully undressed when he pushed Elijah back onto his bed and stood above him at the foot of the bed. Elijah’s breath quickened as he gazed at Orli’s broad chest and silky dark chest hair. His eyes were dangerous dark, yet somewhat curious -- what Dom called his “quirky Lego” look.

Orli leaped suddenly on the bed with the same cat-like agility he used during filming, and now he was smiling. He straddled Elijah only a brief moment before falling on him. He clutched Elijah’s upper arms while he rubbed and thrust his cock against Elijah’s. Elijah nearly came at the first rub, but he managed to push away long enough to hold it. It would never do to spill like a teenage boy losing his virginity for the first time.

A sudden warm stickiness pooled on his abdomen, and Orli’s forehead gleamed with sweat. His eyes were closed and he panted, letting his full weight fall on Elijah, clutching Elijah’s pale shoulders, digging his fingers in until they would surely bruise.

Elijah thrust against him just once, and came with a violent start.

After several panting moments, Elijah began to move his hips again. They barely breathed, but they picked up speed, hardening at the same time. The tingling need had fully taken Elijah again, and he rode with it. When he opened his mouth in the ecstasy of it all, eyes closed, Orli’s mouth covered his, conquering. It was only when Orli’s mouth found his neck and his hands clasped his narrow hips with greedy possession that he came again, quickly followed by Orli.

They did not lie in each other’s arms. Instead, they rested on their sides, facing each other, hands clasped.

“I’ve never gone all the way,” Orli said, his dark eyes bright with mischief and lust.

“You’re a virgin?” Elijah asked in immense relief.

Orli shrugged. “I’ve fucked women. I’ve just never done…well, I’ve never gone any further with a man than…this.”

“Me neither,” Elijah said with a small laugh, swallowing any jealousy of those before him. “I think it’s probably all we need for now.”

If he could come in seconds just thinking about Orli’s cock rubbing against his, then he did not need all the rest -- for now.

“So it’s all right with you?”

“Pink champagne.” Elijah grinned.

“We drank it all, asshole.” Orli aimed a gentle punch to Elijah’s belly.

“I know, but where’re the dancing girls?”

“Right here,” Orli said, and he began to rub his cock again.

It was not long before it swelled to life again.

Back to the Valentines

END

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Elijah shoves Orli off the boulder, but Orli grabs hold of Elijah’s cloak, pulling him down on top of him. Orli easily wrestles Elijah beneath him, pinning his wrists above his head.

“Tell me, hobbit…does Frodo ever get laid?” Orli asks, lifting a delicate Elvish eyebrow.

Elijah struggles, but Orli has him pinned hard. Elijah gasps out laughter. “Frodo’s the biggest player in the Shire.”

“Frodo’s the oldest virgin in the Shire,” Orli corrects, letting go of Elijah’s wrists. Elijah takes full advantage and shoves upward with his elbow, knocking Orli to the ground. His Legolas hair no longer looks so perfect. Elijah straddles him, pressing down on the Elf’s chest with his cold pink hands. 

“Let’s talk about just how old Legolas is and how he still isn’t getting any.”

Orli knocks Elijah off of him and sits up. “Pink champagne.”

That scene just had EVERYTHING that trips my trigger. Wow.

he missed his target and landed on Orli’s warm thighs. Orli’s arms encircled him, keeping him from falling.

*growls*

Elijah forced himself to relax in Orli’s arms. Orli’s fingers worked at Elijah’s jeans, unbuttoning. His hands slid up Elijah’s stomach, under his buttoned shirt and then down again, sliding his jeans and underwear down.

Oh, fucking christ, this is hot.

You are fucking lucky I have no intentions of blackmailing you into giving me more Orlijah with an epic Frodo-in-prison fic. 


This, my dear, is fucking wank fic. FUCK.

That's really the only word I can articulate right now.

Oh, and PS -- the last time I had pink champagne was on my best friend's nineteeth birthday in which we got insanely drunk, I threw up in my mom's towel rack in the bathroom, lost my nose ring, threw up on the floor next to the bed and woke up butt naked next to a fully-clothed Stacey, only realise we were both sleeping in my vomit. *evil cackle* Now THAT is a best friend.

I'm fucking blushing right now!!!!! You are the best feedbacker ever, you know???? :)))

omg, I barely remember writing this, it was so old school, like circa 2004, I think? :D

Pink sparkly!!!!! :D

Thank you sweetie for reading and being so awesome in your fb!

*bows* I do what I can. :D

Thank you for being so awesome in your writing. What can I say? I have a spot so soft for Orlijah, it might as well be a hole. lol