Instantly, everyone broke character and went their different ways. Viggo and Bean went right to Peter to offer help, Ian and John went off to smoke a long needed cigarette and Billy and Astin stood with Elijah, chatting. Dom started walking to his trailer and surreptitiously motioned for Orlando to follow. He just had time to step inside the living room when he heard a knock. "Come on in." Orlando stepped inside and had barely shut the door when he was attacked, driven into the wall with a kiss that singed the hairs off his neck. Dom leaned back, rubbed a finger over his damp lips. "Hey, babe." "Jesus, Dom," Orlando gasped, clutching the door for support. "Hello, how's your day?" "My day's lasting too long. Have I told you today how hot you look?" Dom asked, running fingers over the tunic Orlando wore. "I swear, put a blond wig on you, some blue-tinted contacts, add those wicked-looking blades and I could just eat you with a spoon." Orlando smiled. "You know, I've heard that. What'd you want?" "You, panting my name while shagging me senseless." "Subtle much?" Orlando grinned. "Sounds like something to look forward to. Now come on. We need to get back to the set." "Not yet, we don't. Come on, you know you want it. You can pretend you're Legolas and I'm Merry." "What? Roleplay now?" "Yeah, think of it -- haughty warrior Elf and shy, virginal Hobbit." Dom grinned, easily slipping into Merry's accent. "That's sick. Who would think of things like that?" "You'd be surprised. There's a link from a fansite of mine to this place -- this fanfic place -- they think of all kinds of crazy shit. I was up half the night reading it. Inspirational stuff, man." "Great. That's just what I need in my head -- images of Legolas tearing up on Merry while they're on the run from Orcs." "Think of the adrenaline rush," Dom winked. "Think of the impracticality," Orlando countered. "Did they even have lube in Middle-Earth?" "Probably not. Tolkien didn't think like that. But it would be fun to improvise." Dom jerked Orlando back to him. "Come on, kiss me, Elf-boy." "What is it with you and the Elf today?" "I feel naughty. It's your costume. You look all untouchable and pristine. Not at all like my bitch." "Your bitch?" "Yeah, my bitch. Come on, babe, poke that ass up. I've always wanted to spank an Elf." "Spank an..." Orlando sputtered. "Keep on like that and it'll be me putting you over my knee." "As long as you're dressed like that, I don't mind. Being spanked by an Elf also has possibilities." "Are you feeling okay?" "No, I'm not okay. I'm extremely fucking horny, in case you haven't noticed. And we've got about 10 minutes before we have to be back on set and you're dicking off when we could be getting off." "You are mad, you know that," Orlando answered. But fuck -- the idea had considerable appeal. Dom always knew what to say to get him hot. And Orlando could do a lot of damage in 10 minutes. "Bend over." Oh yeah -- this was what Dom had been craving. That hot, feral light in Orlando's eyes, that tone of command in his voice. Dom turned around, loosening his trousers and bent over the counter separating the living area from the tiny kitchen. Orlando drew the pants down Dom's hips. "God, but you've got a perfect ass," he stated and gave it a hard smack. "There, you've been spanked by an Elf now. Happy?" Dom chuckled. "No, but I will be." "And speaking of impracticalities," Orlando continued, "hold on." His pulled on his leggings, bunching them around his thighs. "We don't have any lotion in the trailer." Dom started to turn. "Here, let me lube you." Orlando groaned at the thought of Dom's magic mouth on his cock, but stopped him. "You touch me and it's all over." "Fine," Dom sulked. "But hurry." "I don't want to hurt you." He ran his tongue over his hand and rubbed his dick, trying to get himself slick enough for penetration. "I don't care." Dom rubbed his ass along Orlando's slippery cock. "I need you now." "Jesus, Sblomie, slow down...Christ," Orlando panted. Dom's muscles clenched around him, drawing him in deeper until he was completely buried inside. "You are so tight," he breathed, and began to move in small circles. Dom groaned and reached for Orlando's hips. "We don't have time, Orlando. Fuck me." Orlando grabbed the back of Dom's head, careful not to pull on the wig and wrapped his other arm around a muscled waist. "We have enough time," he stated and kissed Dom, straining to capture as much of that luscious, pouty mouth as possible. Dom moved under Orlando, writhing slender hips. He moaned and Orlando swallowed the sound, kissing Dom again, slanting his mouth over pliant lips and sliding tongue. He tried to go slow, have patience, build up Dom's pleasure -- but Dom had other ideas about what he wanted. And soon Orlando didn't care either. He stopped being gentle and gave them what they really wanted. Fast and furious -- hips pumping, cock sliding in and out of that sublimely willing ass, caressing Dom's dick in perfect rhythm with his own strokes. It was raw, untamed and fast. Orlando barely had the presence of mind to pull out before he came in thick spurts on his hand. Dom's hoarse shout accompanied his as he gave in to his own explosive orgasm. Damn, but no one could make him come so fast. Orlando slumped over Dom, careful not to brush his hand against any part of his or Dom's clothing. "Feel better?" he asked, and was rewarded with Dom's shuddering sigh. "Oh yeah. You?" "Satisfied for the moment." Orlando gave Dom a quick kiss on the cheek and stood up. "We've got to get cleaned up and get back before Pete sends someone after us." "You first. I'll follow you in a minute," Dom said. "And make sure you straighten your hair before you go back out." Orlando patted his wildly untamed wig with his free hand. "I'll do that. Until tonight, then." "Tonight," Dom agreed. "I thought I'd lift Boromir and Aragorn's cloaks and we could go at it like two sweaty warrior humans." "You really are a sick individual." "This coming from a man who just fucked a Hobbit," Dom grinned. "Besides, you're with me because I'm sick." "No, I'm with you because you're a fellow ManU fan and we have to keep Sean on his toes," Orlando laughed, and went back to the small bathroom to clean up. Dom waited until Orlando had gone before he washed up and tidied his own clothes and wig. Within minutes he was back outside on the set, joking with Viggo and Bean and Elijah. He allowed himself a small smile when Orlando strolled past him, all pristine and Elf-like once again. Dom was definitely going to have to steal those cloaks now. And maybe Gimli's helmet, he thought. The possibilities were endless.
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