moit_fics | A Well-Oiled Evening (Orlijah) PG (Reply)

Title: A Well-Oiled Evening
Author: moit
Fandom: LotRiPS
Pairing: Orlando/Elijah
Rating: PG
Genre: romance, fluff, comedy
Warnings: slash
Summary: Orlando has a surprise for Elijah one night after work.
Author's note: For i_o_r_h_a_e_l, who made my beautiful moit Orlijah icon. *squishhh*
Word Count: 481

After another long day on set, Elijah finally got home. He toed his Chucks off, grabbed a beer, and walked upstairs to take his contacts out. With his glasses on and the beer starting to mellow his nerves, Elijah walked back downstairs.

"Baby?" he called. "Are you home?"

"In the den!" Orlando called back.

When Elijah entered the den, he found a brand-new massage table in the middle of
the room.

"What's this?" he asked, taking swig of beer.

"I bought it," Orlando answered, smiling brightly.

"I can see that. What are you doing with it?"

Orlando flexed his fingers together, cracking his knuckles. "Get on the table and find out."

Elijah raised an eyebrow.

"What? Do you think I'm going to hurt you?"

With a shrug, Elijah pulled his t-shirt up over his head. Orlando gave a low whistle. Elijah rolled his eyes, but leaned over to give Orlando a quick kiss. The beer and glasses he set on the coffee table.

The massage table wasn't cold with the towel Orlando put down.

"I might fall asleep just laying here," Elijah sighed.

"Don't fall asleep just yet."

The scent of lavender filled the air as Orlando's broad hands began smoothing oil down Elijah's back. Elijah groaned softly.

"Good?" Orlando asked.

Elijah grunted in reply.

"I'll take that as a yes," Orlando chuckled. He worked his hands up and down Elijah's back, working the oil into his muscles. While being an actor wasn't the most labor-intensive job, it also wasn't the cushiest. Elijah typically spent around 14 hours a day on set, and his was on his feet for probably 12.

When Elijah's breathing began to slow down and even out, Orlando gradually slowed the movement of his hands.

"Why'd you stop?" Elijah mumbled.

"You're falling asleep, love," Orlando whispered.

"Not asleep." Elijah pushed himself up and off the massage table. He slid his glasses back up his nose and picked up his beer.

"My turn, then?" Orlando teased.

"Babe, I'm really tired," Elijah said, sinking down onto the couch.

"I was kidding." Orlando sat down next to him. "How was work?"

Elijah dropped his head onto Orlando's shoulder. "Long."

"Poor thing," Orlando said sympathetically, patting Elijah's cheek.

Elijah took another sip of beer. "What did you do all day?"

"Not much. Sat around. Had a wank."

"No, you didn't," Elijah said, sounding scandalized.

"What if I had?" Orlando asked, giving Elijah a side-long glance.

"I'm too tired for sex, anyway," Elijah said.

"Too tired from snogging Wilfred?"

"Yep," Elijah answered.

"Good," Orlando replied. "Because I had a wank about an hour before you got home."

Although the thought of Orlando with his hands down his pants was enough for Elijah's cock to give an interested twitch, it didn't do any more than that.

"Good," Elijah agreed, snuggling into Orlando's side.

It was certainly a good night.

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