Title: "Techincolor" Pairing: Dominic Monaghan/Orlando Bloom Rating: PG-13 Summary: Tequila kisses. Disclaimer: Never happened. Notes: For Cee, for this drabble challenge. Orlando's kiss tastes of tequila and orange juice -- (sunrise?...he thinks...sunset?...something) -- and Dom curls his tongue, tangles with Orlando's, greedy for more. There's something wild and desperate, something dirty and sordid in the furtive clench of Orlando's fingers digging under Dom's waistband, tight around his hip. Something wickedly wrong in the moan that Dom's careful to swallow, lest anyone outside Elijah's tiny bathroom hears and investigates. Dom's back scrapes the countertop, and the fluorescent light overhead turns everything vivid, real, technicolor on acid. He pushes against Orlando's hand, splays his own over sun-warmed skin. Prays for finger-sized bruises as remembrance. If you enjoyed this fic, please leave feedback here. Thanks!