Posted: August 2004
Title: Sucker Gets an Early Christmas Present
Author: Helena Snow-Renn
Type: RPS
Characters: Dominic Monaghan/Orlando Bloom
Rating: NC-17 (just in case)
WARNING: Oral sex
Beta: None
Disclaimer: As always, this is fiction. It never happened.
Summary: Dom ambushes Orlando, sort of. Just a guy getting blown.

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In protest to Christmas, Dom decided to wear a Santa Claus hat as a banner everywhere he went till the holiday was over. It wasn't so much that he disliked Christmas. Quite the opposite in fact. He resented the way he was going to be forced to spend this one. For the first time in his life, he wouldn't be home for the holidays. No, he'd be half a planet away, working. Schedules were so tight, Peter wouldn't be taking more than two days off from filming. No one was particularly happy about it, especially the ones with kids, but they dealt. Dom, who had only himself to worry about, was pouting like a two-year-old. He even looked a bit like one in the ostentatious, oversized, red-and-white furry hat with its jumbo white puff-ball at the point, banging him in the ass every step. Dom jammed it on his newly short hair with his out-sized ears sticking out and went in to work with a defiant look on his I-Dare-You face.

He showed up a half hour earlier than he needed to. Once in a while something similar to instinct grabbed his will and made him do stuff. His fellow actor, Orlando, stood propped against the metal building, smoking. When it came to Orlando, Dom was just a sucker. He admitted it. He'd give up all rights to the connotations of his name just to be able to kneel down.

That first time had been unasked-for, maybe. Midday, with the threat of being caught. A late call day, with the two of them finding themselves alone in wardrobe with all of the crew at lunch, Lij and Billy and Sean running late. Dom had been contemplating something like this from the beginning. What was it about the gorgeous, highly-strung man that made Dom want to take his edge off with a "Dom Special"? He could no more explain his urges when it came to Orlando than he'd be able to say what made him prefer dogs to cats, or why he dug Heineken over Guinness, or why he liked Toyotas. He just did.

Normally, they weren't allowed to pull their own costumes off the racks but by now, everyone knew what the day's selection would be and did it anyway. Orlando retrieved his gear and, with a quick glance around, stripped. If he didn't know better, Dom would have thought Orli was coming on this him. But no, there was as always that inscrutable, unreadable innocence. Dom looked at Orlando's olive skin, its smoothness marred here and there by a few scars and the patterns of body hair that all men have. He'd almost have been prepared for the eventuality of a totally bald Orli. Dom blushed at this train of thought. He liked the idea too much. ‘Stop it; be cool, man, or you'll never pull this off.'

"Hey, Dom, what's with your cap?" Orlando razzed him, albeit belatedly, still with his back to him. "Who are you, Father Christmas? Should I sit on your lap and tell you what a good little boy I've been?"

Orli looked back over his shoulder and noticed Dom staring. One side of his mouth curled up. ‘Goddamn, what an arse.' Dom jumped, actually jumped, and colored again. ‘Oh for pity's sake.' Dom didn't know whether he should be more embarrassed about what he was doing, getting caught at it, or being such a ninny about it.

"Dom?" queried Orlando. Despite the aura of angelic he exuded, he was no stranger to this kind of attention. "What? You look like you've never seen a naked man before!" His smirk deepened. He had pronounced ‘naked' like ‘nekkid.'

Dom's eyes were watering. "I don't think I have," he managed to grate out. While gazing at Orli's narrow buttocks he had gone rock-hard. The full frontal suddenly bestowed on him when Orlando turned around did not help matters. If he couldn't adjust himself in the next few seconds, his cock might have a permanent kink in it. ‘Oh, shit, Dom. You didn't say kink, did you?' He had. Orli tied spread-eagled to a bed, his thighs criss-crossed with red strap marks…

Before one more thought could appear, Dome had crossed the few feet between them. He dropped to his knees, eye level with Orli's privates, which he couldn't help but notice looked a bit interested. ‘He must have a little narcissist in him, after all.'

His voice softened to just above a whisper, Orli asked, "Do you wanna know what I want for Christmas?"

"Please?" was all Dom could manage.

It was too easy. He didn't have to do much more than breathe on Orli before, "Fuck, yeah." Orli was moaning like a boy much younger than his years, his voice cracking. "Do it."

The tip of Dom's tongue flicked the tip of Orli. The man standing spread his feet apart and canted his streamlined hips forward. Dom put his hands upon them to steady the both of them and inhaled the quickly-hardening length. He curled his lips back around his teeth and sucked hard, twitching his tongue against the pulsing vein on the underside. He pulled back slowly, increasing suction, and then slammed his mouth back down all the way to the base. Orli was a ‘grower' (as opposed to a ‘show-er'), he was learning. At first Dom had thought this wouldn't take so much effort, but he proved to be quite a mouthful.

Timing was of import. This had to be fast. They could be walked in on at any time. While he wished he had more leeway to really show off his skills, it wasn't to be, today. He would get Orli off as quickly as possible, he decided; then he'd have himself to worry about. He looked up at his quarry who was staring back down at him with keen eyes, his arms tense but helpless at his sides, fists clenching and unclenching. This was new. He wondered what combination of hesitancy or restraint prevented the usually impulsive Orli from grabbing him by the hair and choking him on dick.

Orli had one hell of a fine cock, Dom thought, all velvety and slightly upturned. Fully erect, it turned a dark purplish and he could barely get it all in. Relaxing his throat, Dom pumped Orli in and out as fast as he could. One hand still curled tight around a jutting hip bone, he slid the other down to Orli's sac and pressed lightly, in circular motions, on the contents. He was dying for air. His eyes and nose began to run. "I'm not letting up till he's shaking," Dom told himself. Just then Orli dropped his head back and Dom felt the tell-tale tremor in his thighs.

Cursing his need for oxygen, Dom disconnected his mouth long enough to gulp his lungs full and wiped his face with the back of his sleeve.

"Christ, don't stop now!" from Orli. "I'm gonna fall over..."

"Grab the bar." The clothes rack would make a useful support. Orli staggered back two stops while Dom shuffled forward on his knees, making a much-needed adjustment to the front of his pants. Reaching blindly overhead, one then the other of Orli's long-fingered hands connected with the cold metal bar and gripped it tightly. With his air supply renewed, Don clamped on to the firm plum-sized and –colored head, poking his tongue delicately into Orli's tiny slit.

"Ah!" Orli gasped incoherently. "Fucking Christ!"

Dom's sharpened sense of hearing picked up voices outside, possibly headed their way. He deep-throated Orli, suctioning with all his might. Orli's legs spread themselves involuntarily, and he was left holding most of his weight up with his arms. Dom looked up at Orli, feeling that deep sense of pride and satisfaction: he was good. Damn good. The darker man's face and chest flushed a dusty pink, his nipples contracted to hard points, hips rolling rhythmically, wide mouth slack as he breathed hard. Dom followed the pace Orli set, their crashing together becoming blurred in the rush of Orli's climax. Dom felt a foot on his shoulder; Orli was using it for a purchase as he pumped frantically into Dom's abused mouth. Every line in his taut body stood out. The hand opposite the raised foot knocked Dom's hat off to pull him forward by the hair as he started to come. A second later thick and copious semen hit Dom's tonsils. He reflexively swallowed it down, and the next load and the next. Jesus, how had long had it been? He was going to drown in cum. How much could one man shoot?

Dom held Orli up till he got his feet under him again and till the cock in his oral cavity had stopped dribbling after-spurts. He began the job of cleaning Orli off, losing one stray drool of pearly white from the side of his lips when, "Ahem?!"

In the doorway to his right stood Sean Astin, looking bored and resigned as if he'd seen this all before one too many times. "What the hell?" thought Dom, as he blushed under the scrutiny of his totally straight co-star. Billy's bright green eyes twinkled at him from over Sean's shoulder. Dom could tell Elijah was right behind but Billy was rocking back and forth to shield his line of vision.

"Don't you ever knock?" Gasped Orli, annoyed.

"Nope," chorused Sean and Billy.

"So who's next?" quipped the voice in the rear. "Sblomie? Hey guys…I finally figured that out. ‘So will you blow me?'"

"Dom's next, from the look of it," deadpanned Sean, looking askance on the state of Dom's fly. Billy rolled his eyes.

Unexpectedly, Orli, still half-hard and stark naked, informed them all, "'Course he is. Give us a few, awright? Can't leave the poor bloke like this now, can I?"

Dom thought Christmas was coming early.

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THE END

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