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moit_ficsTitle: Falling for the First Time - Chapter 8/?
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Fandom: LotRiPS
Pairing: Orlando/Elijah
Summary: Elijah works at the writing center, where he meets a certain tall, dark-haired student who needs help on his Shakespeare paper. Romance ensues.
Genre: Romance
Word Count: 2,078
Author's note: I'm officially caught up. :) New chapter on Tuesday.
“Bend your knee,” Orlando whispered, encouraging Elijah’s leg closer to his chest. The angle sent Orlando deeper, drawing a loud moan out of Elijah’s throat. “Shh,” Orlando chuckled, smothering his smile into Elijah’s neck. “You don’t want to wake your sister.”
A door in the hall opened and closed. Elijah clutched at Orlando’s thigh both out of fear and because Orlando was rocking directly against Elijah’s sweet spot. Elijah clenched his teeth, holding a pillow against his face to keep himself quiet. He brought himself off with Orlando’s continued gentle pressure inside of him. Orlando soon followed, but they opted to lay joined like spoons in a drawer rather than part.
A knock sounded on the door, and Elijah scrambled to cover them with the sheets. The action pulled Orlando from his body, making Orlando sigh softly at the loss.
“Elijah?” Hannah called, “Are you guys awake?”
Elijah made a face. “Uhh, we’re awake, but definitely not dressed.”
“Okay. I was planning to head to the store, and I didn’t know if you guys wanted to come.”
Elijah looked at Orlando, who shrugged and nodded.
“Yeah, we’ll come. We just need some time to get ready.”
“Okay, I’ll be downstairs.” They heard the sound of Hannah’s footfalls on the stairs, and Elijah relaxed back against the pillows.
“I thought she was going to walk in on us.”
“The door’s locked. She couldn’t.”
“That lock is faulty,” Elijah said. “She walked in on my boyfriend and I when I was about seventeen. Thankfully, we were still doing it under the sheets at that point in time.”
“She probably learned her lesson,” Orlando said with a grin.
“Did your sister ever walk in on you?”
“Nope.” Orlando stood up and stretched. “I know how to lock a door.”
Elijah attempted to swat at his naked backside, but Orlando laughed and jumped out of the way in time. Elijah fell against the bed on his belly watching Orlando collect his things for the shower.
“You wanna double up?” Elijah asked, eyeing Orlando’s body greedily.
“Will your mom and sister mind?”
“They know we’re fucking. What’s a shower?”
“Okay,” Orlando agreed. “As long as you let me lock the door.”
Elijah did smack Orlando’s ass that time.
Once everyone was showered and dressed, they headed out to the store in Hannah’s little red car. She filled Elijah in on local gossip while Orlando watched the scenery—nothing more than corn and bean fields, but it reminded him of England more than L.A.
“. . . and after Miss Hoskins died, Sally Jean moved into that house.”
Laughter bubbled up unbidden from Orlando’s throat. Elijah looked back at him. “What’s funny about that?”
“People seriously have names like that here? Bobby Joe and Betty Ann?”
“Yes . . .” Elijah said slowly.
“I don’t know what you’re laughing about back there, England,” Hannah said, glancing back at him in the rearview mirror. “Where are you from again? Birminghamstaffordshireton?”
“Funny.”
“My grandma calls Hannah and I by our first and second names. Our mom only does it when she’s angry.”
“If my mum tried to shout ‘Orlando Jonathan Blanchard,’ she’d probably have to stop and take a breath between names”
“See, we generally stick to two middle names around here.”
“Blanchard is my confirmation name.”
“We didn’t take confirmation names.”
“Realy?” Orlando said, leaning forward. “Why not?”
Elijah shrugged. “Probably because I’m already known as Elijah Jordan. I didn’t really need or want to be Elijah Jordan David—hell, we already have biblical names. Zach’s first name is Zachariah, and Hannah’s middle name is Blessing. Trust me, we did not need confirmation names.”
“So, should I start introducing myself as Orlando Jonathan?”
“Definitely not,” Hannah and Elijah said together.
They pulled into the parking lot and got out. “Do you guys want to meet me back here?” Hannah asked.
“Sure.”
“Do you need anything?” Elijah asked Orlando, who shrugged.
“Not really, but it’s nice to get out of the house.”
“I need some razors,” Elijah said, running a hand over his stubbled cheek. “I forgot mine at home.”
“You could have used mine. It’s not like we didn’t shower together this morning.”
“Well, I was a little preoccupied,” Elijah said, referring to their second round.
“There was that,” Orlando agreed.
They picked up razors first, and then took some time to look at the movies and music. “I have to resist the urge to buy new CDs every time I go to the store.”
“How many do you have?”
“Just over two thousand.”
Orlando stared at him. “Seriously?”
“Would I lie to you?” Elijah replied. “I told you, my collection is huge.”
Orlando shook his head. “My film collection isn’t even that big. I might have 500.”
“I like my music.”
They paid for Elijah’s razors and headed back to the car. Hannah was already sitting in it waiting on them. “What took you guys so long?”
“We stopped to look at music.”
“Because you don’t have enough yet.”
“Nope,” Elijah replied, giving his sister a toothy grin.
When they got back to the house, Debbie was out choring the animals, so they went to give her a hand.
“Have you ever done this before?” Elijah asked.
“What? Feed cows? Definitely not. I’ve taken care of children before, but never livestock.”
“Did you have pets growing up?” Elijah emptied a bucket of feed into the trough. He banged the bucket against the fence to get the cows to come.
“My mom’s allergic to cats, and she always insisted dogs are too much responsibility.”
“We had a dog when I was growing up—Decker—but he died about two years ago.”
“Decker? How did he get a name like that?”
“Well, we found him when Hannah was 5. Decker wandered on to our property one day, and Hannah was trying to tell mom and dad that we found a black and white dog, but instead it came out as ‘black and decker.’ When my parents decided we could keep him, we had to name him Decker.”
“That’s cute. I’m sorry I didn’t get to meet him.”
“He was a good dog. He lived to be about sixteen. I buried him out in the pasture. There, under that great big cottonwood,” Elijah said, pointing. Then, “Do you want to feed one of the cows?”
“Sure,” Orlando said.
Elijah grabbed a few more logs of food and handed one to Orlando. “Now, the first thing you need to remember is to keep your hand above the fence. If the cow headbutts your hand and it cracks into the fence, it could break your wrist. Secondly: a cow is not like a horse, so you do not need to hold the food flat on your hand.” He held the treat out to the cow in front of him, and its big tongue shot out and snaked the treat into its mouth. “Go ahead.”
Orlando, not one to back down from a challenge, stepped up to the gate and offered the cow his treat. The cow snatched it up just as quickly as it had Elijah’s. “His tongue is rough!”
“Her. And that’s because they’re ruminants—grass eaters. They also have two stomaches.”
“The thing about the stomachs, I knew.”
“Do you want to go for a ride?” Elijah asked.
“Yes,” Orlando said, practically bouncing on his feet.
“Come on, I’ll take you out to the edge of the property.” Elijah led Orlando back to the shed where he got the cow feed. Inside was a four-wheeler. “It’s not a motorcycle, but I know how to ride it.” Elijah climbed on. “Let me back it out, and then you can get on.” Once Elijah was out of the shed and positioned comfortably, he told Orlando to get on behind him. “You can either hold on to me or the quad.”
“That’s an easy choice,” Orlando whispered in Elijah’s ear as he wrapped his arms around Elijah’s waist. “This is a nice change.”
Elijah squeezed Orlando’s knee and headed towards the cows’ paddock. He stopped momentarily to both open and close the gate so they could get in, but the cows could not get out. They rode over the pasture. The cows steered clear of the four-wheeler. They weren’t exactly afraid of it because it was a regular occurance in their field, but it also didn’t mean they wanted to investigate.
Elijah rode through a clearing in the trees onto a path through the woods. “The cows don’t really venture out here,” Elijah shouted over his shoulder, “but it’s a great place to ride. It’s especially fun when it’s wet and muddy.”
“I bet,” Orlando whispered, squeezing Elijah just a bit tighter.
“Here’s the crick,” Elijah added as they rode over it and started up the hill. “Hold on!” He kicked the quad into its highest gear, encouraging it to carry their combined weight up the hill. At the top he killed the engine. “Come here; I want to show you something.”
They got off the quad. Elijah led Orlando to the other side of the rise. “Check that out.” Spread out before them was a view of trees and forest and farm land. It looked like they could see for miles.
“This view is incredible,” Orlando said, awed. “ I didn’t even realise Iowa had hills.”
Elijah giggled. “Iowa has plenty of hills. Now, the southern part of Florida is flat. There’s not a hill to be found down there.”
“This is just amazing. I bet the sunsets up here are unbelievable.”
“Mmm,” Elijah said, clearly lost in thought. “They really are.”
“Well, we’ll have to come up here so I can see one before we leave.”
“Definitely.” Elijah leaned up to give Orlando a kiss.
The rest of the day was spent relaxing and wandering around the property.
“And here I thought you weren’t the outdoors-y type,” Orlando commented, as he helped Elijah fix a portion of the fence.
Elijah looked up, his brow misted with sweat from his physical efforts. “Just because I’ve never gone hiking?”
“Well, you did sprain your ankle,” Orlando said, holding the fence post steady so Elijah could reattach it.
“I fell,” Elijah said dryly. “You’ve broken how many bones? And you’ve never been mudding. I could accuse you of not being ‘outdoors-y’ just for that.”
“I’m just taking the piss,” Orlando said, shaking his head.
“You’re doing . . . what?” Elijah asked, confusion etched across his face as he glanced at Orlando’s crotch.
“No!” Orlando shouted, laughter bursting from his throat. “Haven’t you ever heard that before? It just means I’m having a joke at your expense, really.”
“Oh, how very British of you,” Elijah said, pulling a face.
“Come on, you do it, too.”
“Like right now,” Elijah said, the corner of his mouth quirking into a smirk.
“You little wanker,” Orlando scoffed, wrapping both arms around Elijah to pull him close. “It looks like I am rubbing off on you.”
Elijah snorted.
“Not what I meant!”
“I know, I know,” Elijah said, schooling his features. “I’m really glad I found you.”
“I’m really glad I found you, too,” Orlando said, placing a kiss on the tip of Elijah’s nose.
After dinner, they packed up a blanket and a few beers and headed out on the quad to the top of the hill. The sun was already a big orange ball in the sky, and it was just beginning to set.
“Just in time,” Elijah sighed as they spread out the blanket and made themselves comfortable. He grabbed two beers from the cooler, opened them both, and handed one to Orlando.
“Thanks,” Orlando whispered, his breath tickling Elijah’s ear. They’d found the perfect spot at the base of an oak tree. Orlando leaned against it to keep his back from wrenching, and Elijah snuggled into the space between his legs.
“We should do this more often.”
“Come to Iowa?” Orlando asked.
“Well, yes, but I was referring to the sunset.”
“Mmm,” Orlando agreed, taking a swig of beer.
“You’re lucky it’s nice here, though. Sometimes we have snow on Easter.”
“Really?”
“Yep. I have clear memories of picking up Easter eggs out of the snow.”
“Well, if I get cold, I’ll just snuggle closer,” Orlando said, nuzzling the back of Elijah’s neck.
Elijah ducked his head, laughing as his body filled with heat. The sun went down and the stars came out. The night cooled down, but Orlando and Elijah made plenty of their own heat.
Author:
moitFandom: LotRiPS
Pairing: Orlando/Elijah
Summary: Elijah works at the writing center, where he meets a certain tall, dark-haired student who needs help on his Shakespeare paper. Romance ensues.
Genre: Romance
Word Count: 2,078
Author's note: I'm officially caught up. :) New chapter on Tuesday.
“Bend your knee,” Orlando whispered, encouraging Elijah’s leg closer to his chest. The angle sent Orlando deeper, drawing a loud moan out of Elijah’s throat. “Shh,” Orlando chuckled, smothering his smile into Elijah’s neck. “You don’t want to wake your sister.”
A door in the hall opened and closed. Elijah clutched at Orlando’s thigh both out of fear and because Orlando was rocking directly against Elijah’s sweet spot. Elijah clenched his teeth, holding a pillow against his face to keep himself quiet. He brought himself off with Orlando’s continued gentle pressure inside of him. Orlando soon followed, but they opted to lay joined like spoons in a drawer rather than part.
A knock sounded on the door, and Elijah scrambled to cover them with the sheets. The action pulled Orlando from his body, making Orlando sigh softly at the loss.
“Elijah?” Hannah called, “Are you guys awake?”
Elijah made a face. “Uhh, we’re awake, but definitely not dressed.”
“Okay. I was planning to head to the store, and I didn’t know if you guys wanted to come.”
Elijah looked at Orlando, who shrugged and nodded.
“Yeah, we’ll come. We just need some time to get ready.”
“Okay, I’ll be downstairs.” They heard the sound of Hannah’s footfalls on the stairs, and Elijah relaxed back against the pillows.
“I thought she was going to walk in on us.”
“The door’s locked. She couldn’t.”
“That lock is faulty,” Elijah said. “She walked in on my boyfriend and I when I was about seventeen. Thankfully, we were still doing it under the sheets at that point in time.”
“She probably learned her lesson,” Orlando said with a grin.
“Did your sister ever walk in on you?”
“Nope.” Orlando stood up and stretched. “I know how to lock a door.”
Elijah attempted to swat at his naked backside, but Orlando laughed and jumped out of the way in time. Elijah fell against the bed on his belly watching Orlando collect his things for the shower.
“You wanna double up?” Elijah asked, eyeing Orlando’s body greedily.
“Will your mom and sister mind?”
“They know we’re fucking. What’s a shower?”
“Okay,” Orlando agreed. “As long as you let me lock the door.”
Elijah did smack Orlando’s ass that time.
Once everyone was showered and dressed, they headed out to the store in Hannah’s little red car. She filled Elijah in on local gossip while Orlando watched the scenery—nothing more than corn and bean fields, but it reminded him of England more than L.A.
“. . . and after Miss Hoskins died, Sally Jean moved into that house.”
Laughter bubbled up unbidden from Orlando’s throat. Elijah looked back at him. “What’s funny about that?”
“People seriously have names like that here? Bobby Joe and Betty Ann?”
“Yes . . .” Elijah said slowly.
“I don’t know what you’re laughing about back there, England,” Hannah said, glancing back at him in the rearview mirror. “Where are you from again? Birminghamstaffordshireton?”
“Funny.”
“My grandma calls Hannah and I by our first and second names. Our mom only does it when she’s angry.”
“If my mum tried to shout ‘Orlando Jonathan Blanchard,’ she’d probably have to stop and take a breath between names”
“See, we generally stick to two middle names around here.”
“Blanchard is my confirmation name.”
“We didn’t take confirmation names.”
“Realy?” Orlando said, leaning forward. “Why not?”
Elijah shrugged. “Probably because I’m already known as Elijah Jordan. I didn’t really need or want to be Elijah Jordan David—hell, we already have biblical names. Zach’s first name is Zachariah, and Hannah’s middle name is Blessing. Trust me, we did not need confirmation names.”
“So, should I start introducing myself as Orlando Jonathan?”
“Definitely not,” Hannah and Elijah said together.
They pulled into the parking lot and got out. “Do you guys want to meet me back here?” Hannah asked.
“Sure.”
“Do you need anything?” Elijah asked Orlando, who shrugged.
“Not really, but it’s nice to get out of the house.”
“I need some razors,” Elijah said, running a hand over his stubbled cheek. “I forgot mine at home.”
“You could have used mine. It’s not like we didn’t shower together this morning.”
“Well, I was a little preoccupied,” Elijah said, referring to their second round.
“There was that,” Orlando agreed.
They picked up razors first, and then took some time to look at the movies and music. “I have to resist the urge to buy new CDs every time I go to the store.”
“How many do you have?”
“Just over two thousand.”
Orlando stared at him. “Seriously?”
“Would I lie to you?” Elijah replied. “I told you, my collection is huge.”
Orlando shook his head. “My film collection isn’t even that big. I might have 500.”
“I like my music.”
They paid for Elijah’s razors and headed back to the car. Hannah was already sitting in it waiting on them. “What took you guys so long?”
“We stopped to look at music.”
“Because you don’t have enough yet.”
“Nope,” Elijah replied, giving his sister a toothy grin.
When they got back to the house, Debbie was out choring the animals, so they went to give her a hand.
“Have you ever done this before?” Elijah asked.
“What? Feed cows? Definitely not. I’ve taken care of children before, but never livestock.”
“Did you have pets growing up?” Elijah emptied a bucket of feed into the trough. He banged the bucket against the fence to get the cows to come.
“My mom’s allergic to cats, and she always insisted dogs are too much responsibility.”
“We had a dog when I was growing up—Decker—but he died about two years ago.”
“Decker? How did he get a name like that?”
“Well, we found him when Hannah was 5. Decker wandered on to our property one day, and Hannah was trying to tell mom and dad that we found a black and white dog, but instead it came out as ‘black and decker.’ When my parents decided we could keep him, we had to name him Decker.”
“That’s cute. I’m sorry I didn’t get to meet him.”
“He was a good dog. He lived to be about sixteen. I buried him out in the pasture. There, under that great big cottonwood,” Elijah said, pointing. Then, “Do you want to feed one of the cows?”
“Sure,” Orlando said.
Elijah grabbed a few more logs of food and handed one to Orlando. “Now, the first thing you need to remember is to keep your hand above the fence. If the cow headbutts your hand and it cracks into the fence, it could break your wrist. Secondly: a cow is not like a horse, so you do not need to hold the food flat on your hand.” He held the treat out to the cow in front of him, and its big tongue shot out and snaked the treat into its mouth. “Go ahead.”
Orlando, not one to back down from a challenge, stepped up to the gate and offered the cow his treat. The cow snatched it up just as quickly as it had Elijah’s. “His tongue is rough!”
“Her. And that’s because they’re ruminants—grass eaters. They also have two stomaches.”
“The thing about the stomachs, I knew.”
“Do you want to go for a ride?” Elijah asked.
“Yes,” Orlando said, practically bouncing on his feet.
“Come on, I’ll take you out to the edge of the property.” Elijah led Orlando back to the shed where he got the cow feed. Inside was a four-wheeler. “It’s not a motorcycle, but I know how to ride it.” Elijah climbed on. “Let me back it out, and then you can get on.” Once Elijah was out of the shed and positioned comfortably, he told Orlando to get on behind him. “You can either hold on to me or the quad.”
“That’s an easy choice,” Orlando whispered in Elijah’s ear as he wrapped his arms around Elijah’s waist. “This is a nice change.”
Elijah squeezed Orlando’s knee and headed towards the cows’ paddock. He stopped momentarily to both open and close the gate so they could get in, but the cows could not get out. They rode over the pasture. The cows steered clear of the four-wheeler. They weren’t exactly afraid of it because it was a regular occurance in their field, but it also didn’t mean they wanted to investigate.
Elijah rode through a clearing in the trees onto a path through the woods. “The cows don’t really venture out here,” Elijah shouted over his shoulder, “but it’s a great place to ride. It’s especially fun when it’s wet and muddy.”
“I bet,” Orlando whispered, squeezing Elijah just a bit tighter.
“Here’s the crick,” Elijah added as they rode over it and started up the hill. “Hold on!” He kicked the quad into its highest gear, encouraging it to carry their combined weight up the hill. At the top he killed the engine. “Come here; I want to show you something.”
They got off the quad. Elijah led Orlando to the other side of the rise. “Check that out.” Spread out before them was a view of trees and forest and farm land. It looked like they could see for miles.
“This view is incredible,” Orlando said, awed. “ I didn’t even realise Iowa had hills.”
Elijah giggled. “Iowa has plenty of hills. Now, the southern part of Florida is flat. There’s not a hill to be found down there.”
“This is just amazing. I bet the sunsets up here are unbelievable.”
“Mmm,” Elijah said, clearly lost in thought. “They really are.”
“Well, we’ll have to come up here so I can see one before we leave.”
“Definitely.” Elijah leaned up to give Orlando a kiss.
The rest of the day was spent relaxing and wandering around the property.
“And here I thought you weren’t the outdoors-y type,” Orlando commented, as he helped Elijah fix a portion of the fence.
Elijah looked up, his brow misted with sweat from his physical efforts. “Just because I’ve never gone hiking?”
“Well, you did sprain your ankle,” Orlando said, holding the fence post steady so Elijah could reattach it.
“I fell,” Elijah said dryly. “You’ve broken how many bones? And you’ve never been mudding. I could accuse you of not being ‘outdoors-y’ just for that.”
“I’m just taking the piss,” Orlando said, shaking his head.
“You’re doing . . . what?” Elijah asked, confusion etched across his face as he glanced at Orlando’s crotch.
“No!” Orlando shouted, laughter bursting from his throat. “Haven’t you ever heard that before? It just means I’m having a joke at your expense, really.”
“Oh, how very British of you,” Elijah said, pulling a face.
“Come on, you do it, too.”
“Like right now,” Elijah said, the corner of his mouth quirking into a smirk.
“You little wanker,” Orlando scoffed, wrapping both arms around Elijah to pull him close. “It looks like I am rubbing off on you.”
Elijah snorted.
“Not what I meant!”
“I know, I know,” Elijah said, schooling his features. “I’m really glad I found you.”
“I’m really glad I found you, too,” Orlando said, placing a kiss on the tip of Elijah’s nose.
After dinner, they packed up a blanket and a few beers and headed out on the quad to the top of the hill. The sun was already a big orange ball in the sky, and it was just beginning to set.
“Just in time,” Elijah sighed as they spread out the blanket and made themselves comfortable. He grabbed two beers from the cooler, opened them both, and handed one to Orlando.
“Thanks,” Orlando whispered, his breath tickling Elijah’s ear. They’d found the perfect spot at the base of an oak tree. Orlando leaned against it to keep his back from wrenching, and Elijah snuggled into the space between his legs.
“We should do this more often.”
“Come to Iowa?” Orlando asked.
“Well, yes, but I was referring to the sunset.”
“Mmm,” Orlando agreed, taking a swig of beer.
“You’re lucky it’s nice here, though. Sometimes we have snow on Easter.”
“Really?”
“Yep. I have clear memories of picking up Easter eggs out of the snow.”
“Well, if I get cold, I’ll just snuggle closer,” Orlando said, nuzzling the back of Elijah’s neck.
Elijah ducked his head, laughing as his body filled with heat. The sun went down and the stars came out. The night cooled down, but Orlando and Elijah made plenty of their own heat.
