Chilled

by Vivi

For 'Someone' who is obsessed with Elijah's nipples.

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After the warmth of the day, the nighttime air seemed chillier than it was, and Elijah shivered a little as he stepped through the screen door, wincing as it banged loudly shut behind him. He could still hear the quiet scuffle of cards, the click of plastic chips coming from the living room but he'd begged off for a few minutes, wanting a breath of air that didn't have cigarette smoke in it. 

Gooseflesh prickled his arms and shoulders, the skin already feeling tight from saltwater and too much sun, and Elijah rubbed his arms briskly, briefly considering going back in for something more substantial to wear than an overly loose tank and jeans. He curled his bare toes against the rough wood of the porch and decided against it. There was something cleansing about the feel of wind coming off the ocean, and he breathed it in deeply, a strange combination of salt and cold. 

Taking a sip of his beer, Elijah savored the bitter wash of it on his palate, cold as the air and the only light was from the sliver of moon and its reflection on the water. He let the slick bottle dangle from his fingertips and closed his eyes, simply enjoying the coolness of the night. 

"Tired of the game?"

Elijah jumped almost guiltily, spilling cold beer over his wrist and turned to see Orlando sitting in the back corner in one of the rickety wooden chairs, out of the light. He could see the glow of a cigarette in Orli's hand and wondered how he'd missed him. 

"Shit, you scared me," Elijah laughed, licking off his wrist, the salt of his skin mixed with the beer tasting strange and he took another drink out of the bottle to wash it away. 

"It isn't right for a bloke to have nipples as pretty as yours." 

The sting of beer in his sinuses was almost as embarrassing as it was painful, and Elijah coughed, rubbing his nose with the back of his hand. He gave Orli a sour look, sniffing awkwardly. "Orli, you are so not funny..."

"No." Something dark and strange in his voice, and Elijah felt the urge to step back, to step away, as Orli dropped his cigarette to the ground and stepped it out, leaning over to pick up the butt and stick it in his pocket. "Come here a minute," Orli said, softly.

He almost didn't. It would have been entirely too easy to just finish the last swallow of his beer, to drop the empty bottle into the outside can and wander back inside to laughter and poker chips. 

It was almost as easy to step closer, to let Orli take the bottle away and set it aside. Orli's hands were warm on his sides, pushing his tank up, ghosting over the flat of his stomach. Elijah felt the soft touch of Orli's nose against his skin, tracing a line upwards as he tilted his head until his lips could press against warm skin. 

Elijah closed his eyes, bit his tongue and drew an open-mouthed breath at the wet touch of tongue sliding upwards, leaving a trail of damp leading to his nipple. Orli sucked it into his mouth and rolled it between his sharp little teeth like it was just some toy for him to play with and not something that was attached rather firmly to Elijah's body.

"Ouch!" Elijah hissed, grabbing at Orli's head. "You fucker, stop it...ow!!" One last sharp nip and then a rough tongue was lapping at the abused flesh, soothing away the sharp ache and Elijah loosened his hold warily, cupping the smooth curve of Orli's skull between his palms.

Too much to drink, he decided, too much time with guys who were as likely to give you a hug or kiss as they were to give you a slap on the back. Sweet, wet suction, a tongue circling his nipple and he combed through the short softness of Orli's hair with just the tips of his fingers. 

He wasn't pushing down, he swore he wasn't but Orli was moving in that direction anyway, warm breath slipping from between parted lips like a caress against his belly. Orli's tongue dipped down in the dark gap at the top his jeans, ruffling the fine hairs that trailed beneath his waistband and prickles danced their way up Elijah's back. 

No time to think, to consider before his belt was already undone, hanging limply from the loops and Orli's fingers were quick and rough at his fly, jerking buttons free and pushing his jeans down just enough. Orli's mouth was wet and open on his stomach and Elijah had to remember to breathe.

"Orli," he croaked out, hardly even a sound. Anyone walking through the kitchen could just glance through the curtains and would think Orli was...that he was doing exactly what he was doing. Barely a tease of tongue, of teeth and then liquid heat wrapped itself around his cock, swallowing him down deeply, and Orli wrapped his arms around Elijah's hips, to keep him from thrusting or to keep him from fleeing, Elijah wasn't sure.

Stunningly gentle, wickedly hot mouth and Elijah ran shaky fingers over the smoothness of Orli's temples, over the fragile skin of his eyelids until they finally reached his cheeks, felt them hollow and fill beneath his fingertips as Orli sucked him tenderly, and it was amazing that he still had enough thought process left over to feel anything but the one area between his legs that tended to be the center of a man's universe. Especially at times like this. 

"Jesus," he whispered, the wind catching the word and ripping it away, pushing them back into silence. He felt a gentle vibration, like laughter and dug his nails into Orli's scalp at the sudden shock of it throbbing up his spine. Cold hands on his sweating back, urging him on and Elijah surrendered any reservations, pushing into that slippery heat that seemed to drag him over the edge, coming hard and long, blurred reality of chilly wind and hands against his too-hot skin. 

His knees abruptly refused to hold him, and Elijah slumped down, let Orli guide him into his lap. Elijah gasped as Orli refastened his jeans over his still-sensitive dick and briskly rubbed the small of his back with the heel of his hand as he let Elijah settle against him. 

"All right?" Orli said softly, and Elijah managed to turn his head enough to look at him. Eyes a liquid gleam in the darkness, and Elijah could just make out the slightest puffiness of his lips, along with the slightest of grins.

Elijah swallowed, not trusting his voice as he nodded slowly, wonderingly. And found himself abruptly back on his feet, Orli's hands steadying him until he could stand on his own.

"Good." Orli jerked his head towards the door. "Best get back inside before someone comes looking for you." Stunned beyond words, Elijah only stood for a moment, watched Orli take the last swallow of his beer. He set it back down too hard, the loud thump of glass against wood startling them both, and Elijah watched Orli's other hand tighten on the arm of the chair. "Go back inside, Elijah," he whispered, eyes focused firmly on the darkness beyond the porch.

A step backwards, another, and Elijah obeyed without a word, catching the screen door behind him to let it shut softly as he walked back into the kitchen. He had a feeling he might need a few more beers.

-finis-

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