Well Met With Merlot
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vigorliTitle: Well Met With Merlot (2/3)
Author: Artemis Allen
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Richard Armitage/Orlando Bloom (mention of other partners)
Beta:silvan_lady; Thank you - so much for everything.
But I have tampered with it because I can’t leave well alone, so all mistakes are mine.
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction.
Notes: Forgattodoro. Buon Compleanno (still)
Word Count: 1,988
Part 3 will be posted tomorrow
Summary: Things are not always what they seem.
There has been some blatant begging and borrowing here and also some downright stealing.
So… sorry but… not sorry.
Part 2
The knock on Richard’s door was louder than he had expected; when he opened it Orlando grinned at him, brazenly. “Room service, sir?”
Richard laughed but he was still nervous about this, it was definitely out of character for him; sex with a complete stranger. He had purposefully spent the thirty minutes since he had left the bar preparing for it though; and how neurotic was that? He’d folded the duvet out of the way on an easy chair, laid a towel over the bed and placed the condoms and lube within easy reach on the bedside table. Yes, it looked calculated but they were both expecting sex so surely it was just sensible?
He stood back allowing Orlando inside. The previously pulled back hair had been liberated and fell to his collar in wayward curls and he had exchanged his crisp uniform for a pair of worn, baggy jeans and a washed out sweatshirt. Richard’s initial reaction was one of disappointment; it wasn’t a kink exactly but he liked men in smart clothes. It was ridiculous of him to expect that of a hotel barman of course and consorting with a ‘bit of rough’, although that was probably not a fair description of Orlando, would surely add to the excitement of this episode. Then tomorrow he could revert to type and find another lawyer to fuck. But as Orlando walked past him there was the heady scent of male sweat and his overwhelming thought was that he wanted the man out of his clothes as soon as possible; not just because they were aesthetically unpleasing, he wanted his hands on bare muscular flesh.
“So, Richard, hi.” Orlando had waited for him to lock the door and turn around.
“Hi,” Richard replied.
Orlando’s lips twitched into a smirk and he nodded towards the bed. “Eager to get started huh?”
“I suppose I am.” Richard knew he was blushing and he shrugged diffidently. This was just sex he reminded himself; there was no need for polite conversation and what could they possibly have in common anyway? So yes, he was eager to get started.
“S’okay,” Orlando said, “I’m good with that.” And he immediately moved into Richard’s space, toe to toe, chest to chest and sliding a hand behind his skull pulled him down for a kiss. Richard was beguiled by this overtly predatory behaviour and the firm, demanding lips. His own hands moved urgently over Orlando’s back, sliding under the sweatshirt, tugging it up and Orlando obligingly released him and stood back a little so that Richard could wrestle it over his head, and yes, the man had muscles under there and fuck, he was gorgeous. Richard couldn’t resist running his hands over the firm chest and thumbing the nipples and he was gratified by the immediate hitch in Orlando’s breathing. He trailed his fingers down over the other man’s taut stomach feeling the flutter of muscle, unzipped Orlando’s fly and tugged the jeans open; he wasn’t wearing underwear and Richard drew in a breath as an attractive, and by no means inconsiderable, penis was revealed; apparently the man was gorgeous everywhere. As Orlando kicked off his jeans and trainers Richard pulled off his own shirt and unfastened his jeans.
“So, how do you want to do this?” Orlando asked, standing gloriously and unselfconsciously naked, hands on hips, legs spread, his already swelling cock bobbing enticingly. “I’m versatile, so I’m good either way, but your bed, your call.”
Richard drew in another deep breath. He kept himself in decent shape, mostly running, occasionally the gym but Orlando with his well-defined physique and honey-toned flesh was stunning. Richard generally preferred to top, especially with a new, or as in this case totally unknown, partner and had already imagined how satisfying it would be to pin Orlando against a convenient surface and thrust hard and deep between those firm, undoubtedly tight, buttocks; but now he’d seen the build of the man what he wanted was for Orlando to take control and fuck him six ways to Sunday. He was possibly salivating at the idea. But as he folded his shirt and laid it on a chair another thought intruded. “Do you do this often?”
“This? You mean, sex, with men?” Orlando frowned. “I don’t sleep with women, not since I was at… er, well… not since I was a teenager and still experimenting.”
“No, no, I meant sex with hotel guests.”
“Oh, right!” Orlando seemed disconcerted for a moment, then he said firmly. “No, I don’t, in fact this is the first time I ever have.”
“Is it against regulations?”
“Possibly, I’ve never checked.” Orlando shrugged. “But I really liked the look of you and you seemed to like the look of me so I thought I’d take a chance.”
“I did,” Richard confirmed, “I mean I do, and I’d very much like you to fuck me.”
Orlando grinned and nodded. “Be my pleasure.”
Richard removed the rest of his clothes and moved towards Orlando, pulling him back into a kiss but being more demanding himself this time, pushing his tongue into the willing mouth, tasting, sucking and all but devouring him. Orlando’s solid erection pressed into his thigh and Richard rubbed back against him, enjoying the friction, revelling in the promise of no agenda sex; and absolutely no need to field Cate’s disturbingly intimate enquiries the next day. They eventually staggered inelegantly towards the bed and almost crashed onto it.
“On your front,” Orlando instructed brusquely. “Okay?”
“Yeah,” Richard agreed, obediently rolling over.
He expected fast and furious, was almost prepared to beg for it because how long was it since he’d had that kind of sex? How long since he’d been on the receiving end of a really good fuck? He knew it would hurt but he missed that experience. Lee usually preferred to bottom and Richard hadn’t given any of Cate’s protégés the choice. But now, just the thought of Orlando pulsing inside him was sending a thrum of anticipation through his entire body.
The first press of Orlando’s slick digit against his hole was frustratingly unsuccessful. “Relax,” Orlando suggested, in a voice already thick with desire. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
“I’m trying,” Richard assured him. But his nerves still were at variance with his desires.
“Are you sure this is what you want?” Orlando asked, not unreasonably; he’d succeeded in persuading Richard to accept two fingers but it had taken time. “We don’t have to…”
“Yes it is, and yes we do,” Richard panted desperately, “just get on with it!” He heard Orlando start to speak, then bite back his retort. “Please,” he added. “I can take it, I won’t break.” He willed his muscles to loosen and Orlando resumed his endeavours and it did get easier. Orlando stretched him diligently and added another digit and when he forcibly stroked across Richard’s gland his howl might have carried down to reception. He only belatedly realised that in the aftermath of his extreme reaction Orlando had withdrawn his fingers and was now pushing into him with something more substantial.
“Tell me if it’s too much!” Orlando said. And Richard knew the man was speaking through gritted teeth because he was instinctively clamping down against the larger intrusion and Orlando must be in fear of castration.
“Just do it,” he begged. “It feels so fucking good.” It didn’t, not yet but he knew it would; and he managed to relax enough for Orlando to pull out and then slide back in and establish a satisfying rhythm. When he dragged Richard up onto his knees to deepen the penetration he also found exactly the right angle against his prostate and fuck; the guy was good at this.
“Are you close?” Orlando hissed against his ear, sliding a hand down Richard’s chest and encircling his cock. “Can you come? Tell me what you need?”
“Yes!” Richard moaned back. “That! Keep doing that! Nearly there…”
Orlando began to stroke his cock with a firm assured motion and Richard, already close, climaxed, hard, explosively, his body convulsing uncontrollably until he collapsed onto the bed gasping as he tried to draw air into his heaving lungs. Orlando continued to thrust forcefully inside him, extending the waves of pleasure almost to the point of it being unbearable and wringing every last drop of fluid from Richard’s spasming penis. Finally he too shuddered and grunted through his orgasm and slumped against Richard’s back with a rasping curse.
They lay fused together, panting heavily until Orlando carefully withdrew and dealt with the condom. Richard struggled onto his back, his limbs unwilling to fully co-operate and Orlando rolled towards him and propped himself up on one elbow. “That was… intense.” He trailed a hand over Richard’s chest. “Really, really good though.” The hand moved over his stomach and grazed his now exhausted penis. “Are you alright? Had it been a while… for you…?”
Richard laughed hoarsely. “It’s certainly been a while since I had sex as good as that, yes.”
Orlando grinned. “It was pretty good, wasn’t it?”
Some of Richard’s brain cells began to function again and he turned towards the other man. “Yes, it was.” He couldn’t resist the temptation to touch Orlando and lifted a hand to stroke his cheek and then tug at the sweat drenched curls. “You were….” There wasn’t a superlative that didn’t sound cheesy but something else occurred to him. “And you’re so good looking, are you an actor?”
Orlando seemed confused. “What? An actor, no. Why would you think that?”
Richard flinched, half embarrassed and cursed the obvious lack of blood to his brain. “Sorry, it’s… I just thought… a lot of waiting staff are…”
“Ah, resting actors.” Orlando said with a wry smile.
“Yes.”
“I’m not an actor. Well no more than any other person.”
“What do you mean?”
“You know. All the world’s a stage, and all the men and women merely players, they have their exits and their entrances, and one man in his time plays many parts.”
“Hmm. Yes, I see your point.”
Orlando laughed. “I think I’m too cheerful to play Jacques but ironically probably too old to play Orlando.”
“So, not an actor then but you certainly know your Shakespeare.”
“This is London mate, there are theatres, I see a lot of plays.”
Richard smiled, he was intrigued by this disclosure. “Yes, of course, sorry, I enjoy the theatre too.”
Orlando nodded thoughtfully. “Hmmm, good to know. So, what do you do?”
“I’m a lawyer.”
“Ahh. So you’re here for the conference then?”
“Yes, I am.”
“Have you had any really juicy cases? Defended any murderers?” Orlando asked curiously.
Richard screwed up his face, prepared for his bed partner’s disappointment. “I’m a corporate lawyer. It’s all sales contracts and employment law, so, no, nothing juicy.”
“Oh, right.” Orlando did a fairly good job of disguising his disappointment. “You’ll need to be up early in the morning though, I ought to go.” He hauled himself off the bed and strode into the bathroom to clean up, giving Richard another opportunity to enjoy the truly glorious view.
“Will you be alright getting home?” Richard asked when he re-emerged.
Orlando, already halfway into his jeans, looked up, apparently bemused. “Yeah, no problem.”
“Of course, buses run all night here don’t they, I was forgetting.” Richard sat up, already yawning, he was exhausted.
“Buses?” Orlando frowned but then continued hurriedly. “Er, yeah, they do.” After pulling on his sweatshirt and trainers he came back over to the bed and bent down to kiss Richard. “I had fun tonight, thanks.” The kiss was soft, gentle and Richard was moved by the unexpected tenderness. Especially as he suspected that Orlando’s fun had been tempered with some justified frustration.
“Me too,” he said as Orlando drew back.
Orlando opened the door a little and peered out cautiously. The corridor was presumably empty. “Sleep well,” he whispered as he slipped out.
TBC
Author: Artemis Allen
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Richard Armitage/Orlando Bloom (mention of other partners)
Beta:
silvan_lady; Thank you - so much for everything.But I have tampered with it because I can’t leave well alone, so all mistakes are mine.
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction.
Notes: For
gattodoro. Buon Compleanno (still)Word Count: 1,988
Part 3 will be posted tomorrow
Summary: Things are not always what they seem.
There has been some blatant begging and borrowing here and also some downright stealing.
So… sorry but… not sorry.
Part 2
The knock on Richard’s door was louder than he had expected; when he opened it Orlando grinned at him, brazenly. “Room service, sir?”
Richard laughed but he was still nervous about this, it was definitely out of character for him; sex with a complete stranger. He had purposefully spent the thirty minutes since he had left the bar preparing for it though; and how neurotic was that? He’d folded the duvet out of the way on an easy chair, laid a towel over the bed and placed the condoms and lube within easy reach on the bedside table. Yes, it looked calculated but they were both expecting sex so surely it was just sensible?
He stood back allowing Orlando inside. The previously pulled back hair had been liberated and fell to his collar in wayward curls and he had exchanged his crisp uniform for a pair of worn, baggy jeans and a washed out sweatshirt. Richard’s initial reaction was one of disappointment; it wasn’t a kink exactly but he liked men in smart clothes. It was ridiculous of him to expect that of a hotel barman of course and consorting with a ‘bit of rough’, although that was probably not a fair description of Orlando, would surely add to the excitement of this episode. Then tomorrow he could revert to type and find another lawyer to fuck. But as Orlando walked past him there was the heady scent of male sweat and his overwhelming thought was that he wanted the man out of his clothes as soon as possible; not just because they were aesthetically unpleasing, he wanted his hands on bare muscular flesh.
“So, Richard, hi.” Orlando had waited for him to lock the door and turn around.
“Hi,” Richard replied.
Orlando’s lips twitched into a smirk and he nodded towards the bed. “Eager to get started huh?”
“I suppose I am.” Richard knew he was blushing and he shrugged diffidently. This was just sex he reminded himself; there was no need for polite conversation and what could they possibly have in common anyway? So yes, he was eager to get started.
“S’okay,” Orlando said, “I’m good with that.” And he immediately moved into Richard’s space, toe to toe, chest to chest and sliding a hand behind his skull pulled him down for a kiss. Richard was beguiled by this overtly predatory behaviour and the firm, demanding lips. His own hands moved urgently over Orlando’s back, sliding under the sweatshirt, tugging it up and Orlando obligingly released him and stood back a little so that Richard could wrestle it over his head, and yes, the man had muscles under there and fuck, he was gorgeous. Richard couldn’t resist running his hands over the firm chest and thumbing the nipples and he was gratified by the immediate hitch in Orlando’s breathing. He trailed his fingers down over the other man’s taut stomach feeling the flutter of muscle, unzipped Orlando’s fly and tugged the jeans open; he wasn’t wearing underwear and Richard drew in a breath as an attractive, and by no means inconsiderable, penis was revealed; apparently the man was gorgeous everywhere. As Orlando kicked off his jeans and trainers Richard pulled off his own shirt and unfastened his jeans.
“So, how do you want to do this?” Orlando asked, standing gloriously and unselfconsciously naked, hands on hips, legs spread, his already swelling cock bobbing enticingly. “I’m versatile, so I’m good either way, but your bed, your call.”
Richard drew in another deep breath. He kept himself in decent shape, mostly running, occasionally the gym but Orlando with his well-defined physique and honey-toned flesh was stunning. Richard generally preferred to top, especially with a new, or as in this case totally unknown, partner and had already imagined how satisfying it would be to pin Orlando against a convenient surface and thrust hard and deep between those firm, undoubtedly tight, buttocks; but now he’d seen the build of the man what he wanted was for Orlando to take control and fuck him six ways to Sunday. He was possibly salivating at the idea. But as he folded his shirt and laid it on a chair another thought intruded. “Do you do this often?”
“This? You mean, sex, with men?” Orlando frowned. “I don’t sleep with women, not since I was at… er, well… not since I was a teenager and still experimenting.”
“No, no, I meant sex with hotel guests.”
“Oh, right!” Orlando seemed disconcerted for a moment, then he said firmly. “No, I don’t, in fact this is the first time I ever have.”
“Is it against regulations?”
“Possibly, I’ve never checked.” Orlando shrugged. “But I really liked the look of you and you seemed to like the look of me so I thought I’d take a chance.”
“I did,” Richard confirmed, “I mean I do, and I’d very much like you to fuck me.”
Orlando grinned and nodded. “Be my pleasure.”
Richard removed the rest of his clothes and moved towards Orlando, pulling him back into a kiss but being more demanding himself this time, pushing his tongue into the willing mouth, tasting, sucking and all but devouring him. Orlando’s solid erection pressed into his thigh and Richard rubbed back against him, enjoying the friction, revelling in the promise of no agenda sex; and absolutely no need to field Cate’s disturbingly intimate enquiries the next day. They eventually staggered inelegantly towards the bed and almost crashed onto it.
“On your front,” Orlando instructed brusquely. “Okay?”
“Yeah,” Richard agreed, obediently rolling over.
He expected fast and furious, was almost prepared to beg for it because how long was it since he’d had that kind of sex? How long since he’d been on the receiving end of a really good fuck? He knew it would hurt but he missed that experience. Lee usually preferred to bottom and Richard hadn’t given any of Cate’s protégés the choice. But now, just the thought of Orlando pulsing inside him was sending a thrum of anticipation through his entire body.
The first press of Orlando’s slick digit against his hole was frustratingly unsuccessful. “Relax,” Orlando suggested, in a voice already thick with desire. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
“I’m trying,” Richard assured him. But his nerves still were at variance with his desires.
“Are you sure this is what you want?” Orlando asked, not unreasonably; he’d succeeded in persuading Richard to accept two fingers but it had taken time. “We don’t have to…”
“Yes it is, and yes we do,” Richard panted desperately, “just get on with it!” He heard Orlando start to speak, then bite back his retort. “Please,” he added. “I can take it, I won’t break.” He willed his muscles to loosen and Orlando resumed his endeavours and it did get easier. Orlando stretched him diligently and added another digit and when he forcibly stroked across Richard’s gland his howl might have carried down to reception. He only belatedly realised that in the aftermath of his extreme reaction Orlando had withdrawn his fingers and was now pushing into him with something more substantial.
“Tell me if it’s too much!” Orlando said. And Richard knew the man was speaking through gritted teeth because he was instinctively clamping down against the larger intrusion and Orlando must be in fear of castration.
“Just do it,” he begged. “It feels so fucking good.” It didn’t, not yet but he knew it would; and he managed to relax enough for Orlando to pull out and then slide back in and establish a satisfying rhythm. When he dragged Richard up onto his knees to deepen the penetration he also found exactly the right angle against his prostate and fuck; the guy was good at this.
“Are you close?” Orlando hissed against his ear, sliding a hand down Richard’s chest and encircling his cock. “Can you come? Tell me what you need?”
“Yes!” Richard moaned back. “That! Keep doing that! Nearly there…”
Orlando began to stroke his cock with a firm assured motion and Richard, already close, climaxed, hard, explosively, his body convulsing uncontrollably until he collapsed onto the bed gasping as he tried to draw air into his heaving lungs. Orlando continued to thrust forcefully inside him, extending the waves of pleasure almost to the point of it being unbearable and wringing every last drop of fluid from Richard’s spasming penis. Finally he too shuddered and grunted through his orgasm and slumped against Richard’s back with a rasping curse.
They lay fused together, panting heavily until Orlando carefully withdrew and dealt with the condom. Richard struggled onto his back, his limbs unwilling to fully co-operate and Orlando rolled towards him and propped himself up on one elbow. “That was… intense.” He trailed a hand over Richard’s chest. “Really, really good though.” The hand moved over his stomach and grazed his now exhausted penis. “Are you alright? Had it been a while… for you…?”
Richard laughed hoarsely. “It’s certainly been a while since I had sex as good as that, yes.”
Orlando grinned. “It was pretty good, wasn’t it?”
Some of Richard’s brain cells began to function again and he turned towards the other man. “Yes, it was.” He couldn’t resist the temptation to touch Orlando and lifted a hand to stroke his cheek and then tug at the sweat drenched curls. “You were….” There wasn’t a superlative that didn’t sound cheesy but something else occurred to him. “And you’re so good looking, are you an actor?”
Orlando seemed confused. “What? An actor, no. Why would you think that?”
Richard flinched, half embarrassed and cursed the obvious lack of blood to his brain. “Sorry, it’s… I just thought… a lot of waiting staff are…”
“Ah, resting actors.” Orlando said with a wry smile.
“Yes.”
“I’m not an actor. Well no more than any other person.”
“What do you mean?”
“You know. All the world’s a stage, and all the men and women merely players, they have their exits and their entrances, and one man in his time plays many parts.”
“Hmm. Yes, I see your point.”
Orlando laughed. “I think I’m too cheerful to play Jacques but ironically probably too old to play Orlando.”
“So, not an actor then but you certainly know your Shakespeare.”
“This is London mate, there are theatres, I see a lot of plays.”
Richard smiled, he was intrigued by this disclosure. “Yes, of course, sorry, I enjoy the theatre too.”
Orlando nodded thoughtfully. “Hmmm, good to know. So, what do you do?”
“I’m a lawyer.”
“Ahh. So you’re here for the conference then?”
“Yes, I am.”
“Have you had any really juicy cases? Defended any murderers?” Orlando asked curiously.
Richard screwed up his face, prepared for his bed partner’s disappointment. “I’m a corporate lawyer. It’s all sales contracts and employment law, so, no, nothing juicy.”
“Oh, right.” Orlando did a fairly good job of disguising his disappointment. “You’ll need to be up early in the morning though, I ought to go.” He hauled himself off the bed and strode into the bathroom to clean up, giving Richard another opportunity to enjoy the truly glorious view.
“Will you be alright getting home?” Richard asked when he re-emerged.
Orlando, already halfway into his jeans, looked up, apparently bemused. “Yeah, no problem.”
“Of course, buses run all night here don’t they, I was forgetting.” Richard sat up, already yawning, he was exhausted.
“Buses?” Orlando frowned but then continued hurriedly. “Er, yeah, they do.” After pulling on his sweatshirt and trainers he came back over to the bed and bent down to kiss Richard. “I had fun tonight, thanks.” The kiss was soft, gentle and Richard was moved by the unexpected tenderness. Especially as he suspected that Orlando’s fun had been tempered with some justified frustration.
“Me too,” he said as Orlando drew back.
Orlando opened the door a little and peered out cautiously. The corridor was presumably empty. “Sleep well,” he whispered as he slipped out.
TBC
