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leggyslove for the Flaunt pictures. Also to synicism and carelessmemory for the push :)
Vig sends Sean a present. He likes.
Viggo smirked as he sealed the envelope. Sean would like this.
Sean opened the package from Viggo, and was surprised that nothing odd fell out, and nothing smelled. Well, nothing bad, anyhow. Several scents wafted out. A magazine? Sean frowned at the ad on the back, then flipped it over. And his heart stopped.
Orlando. Looking like a half-masked wild boy out of some fantasy.
Sean realized after a moment that he'd simply been staring. Not even thinking. Just staring. And there was a particularly odd sensation low in his belly. A heat. And a hardness beneath that. Christ. Look at the boy.
He swallowed hard, and flipped through the pages until he saw more.
That perfect olive skin marked with pen. Marked with Orlando's own name. Sean found himself wanting to mark Orli in other ways. That collarbone, those darker than black eyes peeking out from under long soft bangs. Just enough of a moustache to make Sean know this was a man, not a boy. No matter how Peter Pan he looked. How Lost Boys. Sean didn't even realize he was adjusting his cock.
Oh God. Look at that skeleton on his hand. The middle finger extended out, asking to be suckled. Asking to thrust inside, hook its way into Sean's ass. And again, that mysterious eye, peeking from behind his hand and hair. Sean's tongue wet dry lips.
Then Orli dressed. Just a simple tank top. A simple look. So normal. Except for the chains drawn down his arms. Those arms. Just the right amount of muscle. Honed with archery and swordplay. Sean closed his eyes, summoning the elf for a moment, then opened them again, banishing the feyness. No, give me this, his body told him.
As he turned the page, he saw the pristine white tuxedo shirt. Orli's tanned skin showing against it, under the shadow pattern of the chain-link fence. And Orlando's face. Knowing. Seeng his inner torment. Seeing the ache. Sean's hands twitched, needing to rip that starched fabric off his boy.
And the coup de grace. The Army shirt, with a flower patch. Looked like something Vig would create. Hell, maybe it was. And Orli, all hidden beneath that wild dark mane, with those fake tattoos showing beneath the open shirt. Sean's hand was down his own pants now, squeezing. Who'd sent this again?
Then the door opened. "Beanie! Ready to go?"
Sean turned, and saw Orlando standing there, smiling wide, looking like everything Sean had ever desired in his life.
"Sean?"
He didn't see it coming. Didn't realize that the panther-like stride of Sean would bring him so close so quickly. Eyes widened as the door was slammed behind him, then gasping as Sean slammed him up against it.
leggyslove for the Flaunt pictures. Also to synicism and carelessmemory for the push :) Vig sends Sean a present. He likes.
Viggo smirked as he sealed the envelope. Sean would like this.
Sean opened the package from Viggo, and was surprised that nothing odd fell out, and nothing smelled. Well, nothing bad, anyhow. Several scents wafted out. A magazine? Sean frowned at the ad on the back, then flipped it over. And his heart stopped.
Orlando. Looking like a half-masked wild boy out of some fantasy.
Sean realized after a moment that he'd simply been staring. Not even thinking. Just staring. And there was a particularly odd sensation low in his belly. A heat. And a hardness beneath that. Christ. Look at the boy.
He swallowed hard, and flipped through the pages until he saw more.
That perfect olive skin marked with pen. Marked with Orlando's own name. Sean found himself wanting to mark Orli in other ways. That collarbone, those darker than black eyes peeking out from under long soft bangs. Just enough of a moustache to make Sean know this was a man, not a boy. No matter how Peter Pan he looked. How Lost Boys. Sean didn't even realize he was adjusting his cock.
Oh God. Look at that skeleton on his hand. The middle finger extended out, asking to be suckled. Asking to thrust inside, hook its way into Sean's ass. And again, that mysterious eye, peeking from behind his hand and hair. Sean's tongue wet dry lips.
Then Orli dressed. Just a simple tank top. A simple look. So normal. Except for the chains drawn down his arms. Those arms. Just the right amount of muscle. Honed with archery and swordplay. Sean closed his eyes, summoning the elf for a moment, then opened them again, banishing the feyness. No, give me this, his body told him.
As he turned the page, he saw the pristine white tuxedo shirt. Orli's tanned skin showing against it, under the shadow pattern of the chain-link fence. And Orlando's face. Knowing. Seeng his inner torment. Seeing the ache. Sean's hands twitched, needing to rip that starched fabric off his boy.
And the coup de grace. The Army shirt, with a flower patch. Looked like something Vig would create. Hell, maybe it was. And Orli, all hidden beneath that wild dark mane, with those fake tattoos showing beneath the open shirt. Sean's hand was down his own pants now, squeezing. Who'd sent this again?
Then the door opened. "Beanie! Ready to go?"
Sean turned, and saw Orlando standing there, smiling wide, looking like everything Sean had ever desired in his life.
"Sean?"
He didn't see it coming. Didn't realize that the panther-like stride of Sean would bring him so close so quickly. Eyes widened as the door was slammed behind him, then gasping as Sean slammed him up against it.
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Date: 2003-06-27 07:00 pm (UTC)Agree with ya about those pictures... rowwrrrr! And I'm not even an Orli fan most of the time.
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Date: 2003-06-27 07:39 pm (UTC)(The mag title doesn't sound familiar...)
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Just... dammmmnnnn.
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