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beizy sure knows how to welcome a girl back. Given, the entry's a few days old, but it's totally brand new to me, and the pic of Orlando whispering into Ian's ear is knee-weakening.
Also, it birthed a ficlet.
Ian reminds himself that he is a fine actor and a gentleman and a knight of the fucking crown, and now that he's just thought the word 'fuck', it's all fucking over, and he can't get images of fucking Orlando out of his mind.
It doesn't help at all that Orlando is a half-breath from him, so close his body heat is radiating, and that he's whispering the most obscene things in Ian's ear.
"...suck you until dawn...I have a present for you. It's long, and hard, and it's not a digaredoo..."
Ian snickers at that one and turns his head the quarter-turn that really and truly spells his doom. With that quarter-turn, he can see Orlando's profile, and in that profile there is hair. Long, dark, curly hair that Ian has wrapped around his fingers in any number of situations. At least half of which have been sexual.
Maybe five-eighths of which were sexual.
If he were honest with himself, and he usually tries to be, anytime he touches Orlando's hair, or any part of Orlando, feels sexual to him. Something about Orlando himself, his charisma or stamina or just the whole of him, inside and out, makes Ian feel like he's twenty-seven and in love for the first time all over again.
Not even the award clutched in his hand right now means more to him than that. Nothing means more to him than Orlando anymore. He kidded himself about it for awhile, but his damned self-honestly policy finally beat the truth out of him.
He turns his head another quarter-turn, uses his free hand to tangle his fingers in Orlando's hair, and gets his head turned so he can press his lips just by Orlando's ear. He keeps his voice intimate.
"I love you, you know." He can see Orlando's beam out of the corner of his eye.
Orlando slides an arm around Ian and gives him a one-sided hug. "Me, too."
beizy sure knows how to welcome a girl back. Given, the entry's a few days old, but it's totally brand new to me, and the pic of Orlando whispering into Ian's ear is knee-weakening.Also, it birthed a ficlet.
Ian reminds himself that he is a fine actor and a gentleman and a knight of the fucking crown, and now that he's just thought the word 'fuck', it's all fucking over, and he can't get images of fucking Orlando out of his mind.
It doesn't help at all that Orlando is a half-breath from him, so close his body heat is radiating, and that he's whispering the most obscene things in Ian's ear.
"...suck you until dawn...I have a present for you. It's long, and hard, and it's not a digaredoo..."
Ian snickers at that one and turns his head the quarter-turn that really and truly spells his doom. With that quarter-turn, he can see Orlando's profile, and in that profile there is hair. Long, dark, curly hair that Ian has wrapped around his fingers in any number of situations. At least half of which have been sexual.
Maybe five-eighths of which were sexual.
If he were honest with himself, and he usually tries to be, anytime he touches Orlando's hair, or any part of Orlando, feels sexual to him. Something about Orlando himself, his charisma or stamina or just the whole of him, inside and out, makes Ian feel like he's twenty-seven and in love for the first time all over again.
Not even the award clutched in his hand right now means more to him than that. Nothing means more to him than Orlando anymore. He kidded himself about it for awhile, but his damned self-honestly policy finally beat the truth out of him.
He turns his head another quarter-turn, uses his free hand to tangle his fingers in Orlando's hair, and gets his head turned so he can press his lips just by Orlando's ear. He keeps his voice intimate.
"I love you, you know." He can see Orlando's beam out of the corner of his eye.
Orlando slides an arm around Ian and gives him a one-sided hug. "Me, too."
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on 2004-06-17 08:37 am (UTC)