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moit_ficsTitle: Orlando's Secret
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moit
Pairing: Orlando/himself, implied, Orlando/Miranda
Fandom: Lord of the Rings RPF
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Comedy, Romance
Warnings: Het, wanking
Summary: Before now, Orlando has never taken advantage of his girlfriend's Victoria's Secret model status, but when she virtually flaunts it in his face, and then leaves for a few days, he cannot help himself.
Word Count:
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mmom #1
Author's Note: First fic for the Merry Month of Masturbation. I've been sitting on this thing for five months. Enjoy!
When Orlando walked into the kitchen that morning, he found a stack of Victoria’s Secret catalogues on the kitchen table.
“Babe?” he called. “Is this a joke?”
Miranda appeared fresh-faced and adorable as ever in just a tank-top and jeans. “No. I’ve got to go to New York for a few days. I didn’t want to leave you all alone on such short notice, so . . .” she gestured at the catalogues.
Orlando chuckled, half in amusement and half in confusion. “I am perfectly capable of finding my own wank material.”
“Yes, but I enjoy the thought of you wanking to photos of me in my knickers,” Miranda replied, wrapping her arms around Orlando’s waist.
“Mmm, but I prefer the real thing,” Orlando sighed into her hair. She always smelled so good.
Later that night, after Miranda had left for New York, Orlando was laying on the sofa, watching the telly. There wasn’t much on, but it seemed like every channel he put on was playing a Victoria’s Secret commercial. None of them featured Miranda, mind, but Orlando couldn’t help but glance at the catalogues that had somehow made their way to the coffee table. He hadn’t felt the need to wank, especially considering Miranda had only been gone a few hours, but suddenly his trousers were a bit tight.
With a great sigh, he picked up one of the catalogues and leafed through it until he found Miranda in an especially please pose. She was wearing tiny pink knickers that barely left her tight arse covered. She was looking back over her shoulder with that provocative “come hither” smile that Orlando loved so much.
Okay, fully hard now.
Orlando didn’t tend to think of himself as a celebrity. But honestly, other than Paris Hilton, who does? Thinking of anyone according to their celebrity status was for the fans, anyway. Orlando would probably never stop thinking of himself as the same adventurous, accident-prone bloke from Kent. But he couldn’t really get any more “regular bloke,” than wanking to the Victoria’s Secret catalogue. The only real difference was that he was actually dating the model in the photo.
But wanking was wanking.
And considering he couldn’t actually have Miranda right now, it was pretty good, too. After all, how many men wished their girlfriends would wear lingerie, let alone pose in it? And his did it for a living. That alone almost necessitated that he wank to the photos.
But just as he was starting to get into it, his mobile buzzed in his pocket. Cursing, he pulled it out with the hand that wasn’t holding his cock. Miranda. Of course.
“Hey, baby,” he said, trying not to sound out of breath.
“You were wanking, weren’t you?” Miranda said sweetly.
Orlando smiled into the phone. “Were you planning to ask me that?”
“Orlando, I know what you sound like when you’re about to climax.”
“Okay, you’ve caught me,” he said with a laugh. “Did you make it to New York all right?”
“Yes. We just got to the hotel. I wasn’t planning on you wanking when I called, though.”
“Well, now that you’re on the phone, we could always have phone sex,” Orlando said, beginning to stroke himself again.
“Nice try, stud, but I’ve got to get to bed. Early shoot in the morning. That’s why I left you the catalogues. Have a good night, baby. I love you.”
“Love you, too,” Orlando said and clapped the phone shut. He looked back down at the catalogue in his lap. “I guess it’s just you and me tonight, babe."
Author:
moitPairing: Orlando/himself, implied, Orlando/Miranda
Fandom: Lord of the Rings RPF
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Comedy, Romance
Warnings: Het, wanking
Summary: Before now, Orlando has never taken advantage of his girlfriend's Victoria's Secret model status, but when she virtually flaunts it in his face, and then leaves for a few days, he cannot help himself.
Word Count:
Challenge:
mmom #1Author's Note: First fic for the Merry Month of Masturbation. I've been sitting on this thing for five months. Enjoy!
When Orlando walked into the kitchen that morning, he found a stack of Victoria’s Secret catalogues on the kitchen table.
“Babe?” he called. “Is this a joke?”
Miranda appeared fresh-faced and adorable as ever in just a tank-top and jeans. “No. I’ve got to go to New York for a few days. I didn’t want to leave you all alone on such short notice, so . . .” she gestured at the catalogues.
Orlando chuckled, half in amusement and half in confusion. “I am perfectly capable of finding my own wank material.”
“Yes, but I enjoy the thought of you wanking to photos of me in my knickers,” Miranda replied, wrapping her arms around Orlando’s waist.
“Mmm, but I prefer the real thing,” Orlando sighed into her hair. She always smelled so good.
Later that night, after Miranda had left for New York, Orlando was laying on the sofa, watching the telly. There wasn’t much on, but it seemed like every channel he put on was playing a Victoria’s Secret commercial. None of them featured Miranda, mind, but Orlando couldn’t help but glance at the catalogues that had somehow made their way to the coffee table. He hadn’t felt the need to wank, especially considering Miranda had only been gone a few hours, but suddenly his trousers were a bit tight.
With a great sigh, he picked up one of the catalogues and leafed through it until he found Miranda in an especially please pose. She was wearing tiny pink knickers that barely left her tight arse covered. She was looking back over her shoulder with that provocative “come hither” smile that Orlando loved so much.
Okay, fully hard now.
Orlando didn’t tend to think of himself as a celebrity. But honestly, other than Paris Hilton, who does? Thinking of anyone according to their celebrity status was for the fans, anyway. Orlando would probably never stop thinking of himself as the same adventurous, accident-prone bloke from Kent. But he couldn’t really get any more “regular bloke,” than wanking to the Victoria’s Secret catalogue. The only real difference was that he was actually dating the model in the photo.
But wanking was wanking.
And considering he couldn’t actually have Miranda right now, it was pretty good, too. After all, how many men wished their girlfriends would wear lingerie, let alone pose in it? And his did it for a living. That alone almost necessitated that he wank to the photos.
But just as he was starting to get into it, his mobile buzzed in his pocket. Cursing, he pulled it out with the hand that wasn’t holding his cock. Miranda. Of course.
“Hey, baby,” he said, trying not to sound out of breath.
“You were wanking, weren’t you?” Miranda said sweetly.
Orlando smiled into the phone. “Were you planning to ask me that?”
“Orlando, I know what you sound like when you’re about to climax.”
“Okay, you’ve caught me,” he said with a laugh. “Did you make it to New York all right?”
“Yes. We just got to the hotel. I wasn’t planning on you wanking when I called, though.”
“Well, now that you’re on the phone, we could always have phone sex,” Orlando said, beginning to stroke himself again.
“Nice try, stud, but I’ve got to get to bed. Early shoot in the morning. That’s why I left you the catalogues. Have a good night, baby. I love you.”
“Love you, too,” Orlando said and clapped the phone shut. He looked back down at the catalogue in his lap. “I guess it’s just you and me tonight, babe."
