What He Doesn't Say

What He Doesn't Say

Posted: May 2003
Title: What He Doesn't Say
Author: Kia
Type: RPS
Characters: Orlando/Sean
Rating: NC-17
Author's Notes: This is pretty much just a sex scene. No lead up, no foreplay. You come right in on the sexin'. I tried to make it as un-cheeseball as possible, and perhaps would have been an awesome AngstFic, but I'm a sucker for the happy ending. Thanks a million to Nessa and Alex for the beta, since I suck at this game. BEWARE of weird word usage and psuedo-sentences. I'm crazy.

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"Fuck....yeah, like that."

Skin slides against skin, slippery with sweat, hot with desire. Nothing but electricity between them...and Orli's cock.

It's always like this. Fast and heavy and hot. But this time, something is... different.

"Mmmm. Orli. You feel so.. ah." A sudden rush of emotions paralyizes him.

Movements cease, time stands still.

"Fuck, Sean. Move."

His head is swimming and Orli is squirming beneath him, but he doesn't want to move. Doesn't want this to end.

"Orli, stop, please. I can't..." Narrow hips thrust upward. He crushes his full weight onto the writhing body, lips moments away from Orli's. "...I can't last much longer."

"So, just..." The pressure building in Orli's cock is almost unbearable. He tries to shift. "..just fuck me."

/just fuck me/ A welcoming proposition, perhaps, if Sean didn't want to /just/ fuck Orli. Suddenly, it all feels so cheap, so meaningless. /Just/ fucking. Just...

Orli's hand is caressing the nape of his neck, chocolate brown eyes seeking. "I can't," Sean says breathlessly. Still inside Orli.

For the slightest moment, a line creases Orli's brow, his hand stops moving. Then he realizes Sean hasn't pulled out. Hasn't moved. "You can't?" Sean gently presses his lips to Orli's, green eyes peering into brown, sending a silent message. "You can't."

Not a question, but an answer.

Almost instantly Sean props himself up on his elbows, pulls out to the tip, slides in slow and stops, Orli biting his lip, eyes clenched.

"Orli," Sean calls, drawling the syllables longer than necessary, "look at me."

Orli doesn't want to open his eyes, doesn't want to see what Sean's face will tell him. He's afraid. Afraid of what Sean's eyes might say back.

Again, Sean pulls out and glides in slowly. "Please."

In slow motion, the brown eyes open, tears threatening to fall at any moment. He knows what Sean will say - or not say. He knows because it's never been like this - never slow. Always fast and heavy and hot.

Suddenly, Sean pulls all the way out and rams into Orli, the way he always does, the thrust triggering the tears to fall down Orli's face. "Is this how you want it? Is this..." - he slams in again -"how you want /me/?"

Orli knows his answer, but the question is so heavy with implications that for a split second he doubts himself. But then he's locking his legs around Sean's back, pulling him in close, so close.

"No," he whispers into Sean's ear, tongue tracing the ridge of cartilage. "Not like that. I want you forever."

Sean sighs heavily - half relief, half desire - into Orli's shoulder, reaching down to grasp Orli's cock, touching with newly found reverence.

"Ah...Sean, yes." Sean's hips begin to mimic the rhythm of his hand, languid, thorough.

Only when the edge of bliss approaches does he speed up, sucking hard on taut flesh, Orli's neck branded with Sean's mark.

Wave after wave of sharp pleasure rips through Orli. So close, so very close. And then the hand tightens and - oh -

Molten hot traces of Orli spill all over his hand... the delicious clenching... the soft whimpers after climax. Sean locks eyes with Orli, his gaze unwavering and soundlessly comes, but Orli knows exactly what he doesn't say.

With something just short of grace, Sean falls onto Orli's spent body, gently kissing the dark curls clinging to his forehead, then resting his head on the pillow behind Orli's.

Sean reaches out an exhausted arm, motioning toward the bathroom, "Do you want me to..." and begins to peel himself from Orli.

"No. No, stay right here." Right here. Inside Orli. Sean revels in the feel of being inside Orli, even after he is softening and spent. Doesn't know why he always pulled out so quickly in the past. Doesn't want to pull out just yet. Doesn't think he /ever/ wants to.

Rapid heartbeats calm to normal, the two breathing in unison. Sean feels sleep creeping on the edges of his consciousness, satiated and happy. Happier than he's been in a long while. So many unspoken words uttered this night. Maybe not so many. Just three.

Stubbled face rubs against smooth skin, and Orli smiles. "Orli, I..." but he is silenced by a kiss, a kiss that reminds him a first kiss, a kiss that takes his breath away.

"I know, Sean. Me too."

And just like that, Sean knows exactly what Orli doesn't say.

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THE END

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