Author: Lostiawen

E-mail: Lostiawen

Rated: NC-17

Pairing: EB/OB

Summary: How can Eric shut Orlando up?

Archive: Mirrormere, my site.  All others please ask.

Feedback: Yes, please.

Warnings: Toy use, lack of editing. 

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction, none of this really happened.  The author is not associated with or is implying anything about the sexual preferences or the lives of the people depicted within. 

Author´s Notes: I was originally going to post this on Orlando´s birthday, but a sore back kept me away from the computer.  So, here it is, a wee bit late. Excuse any typos and mistakes - I banged this out in about an hour. 

Oh, and. ..happy belated bday, Orlando!

Eric breathed a sigh of relief when Wolfgang yelled out for a lunch break. The heat was sweltering and everyone was dying to get out of the blistering sun, especially Orlando. 

He loved Orlando, he really did; but his boyfriend was only comfortable within a two centigrade range. He couldn´t understand how anybody could be perpetually cold and yet lack even a crumb of heat tolerance. 

He was glad that Orlando was too tired to whinge as they trudged back to their trailer. The blissful peace was shattered, however, once they got inside. 

"Can you fucking believe that heat? I felt like my chap was going to melt and get permanently glued to my pants! Oh man, I really wish I had gone Brad´s route and just let it all hang out, even for a few shots... I mean, who in fuck is going to look up our skirts anyway..."

Great. Orlando was in full babble mode and there was no shutting him up. The best thing to do was to ignore him until he felt like taking a breath. 

"...and my make-up was running in my eyes...Holy SHIT!" 

That last word was spoken at such a loud volume that Eric almost dropped the beer he had just grabbed out of the fridge. 

"What? What?"  Eric asked. 

Orlando was staring at the fruit bowl. "Did you see the fucking size of that banana? It´s like the tree was rogering by, like, uh...a whale or something!" 

Uh oh, another Orlism. "Whales can only beach themselves on land. Don´t be daft." 

"Fuck you. I was just trying to be creative, you cunt. I should make you sleep on the couch or something..."

Eric rolled his eyes and was about to tell Orli off when he spotted the piece of fruit in question. He couldn´t help but gawp -- it really was huge. It looked more like something that belonged on a porn star than a banana. 

And as soon as that though popped into Eric´s head, he realized that he found a way out of his dilemma. 

***

Eric wrapped his fingers in Orlando´s curls and thrust forward, burying himself as deep as he could go into that willing mouth. Orlando was on all fours, sweat beading over his bare skin while he sucked Eric´s cock for all he was worth. His bum was pointed in the air, with the condom-covered banana protruding out of his hole in an obscene fashion. 

Orlando was such a slut for toys, especially pervy ones, and Eric wouldn´t change that one little bit. 

"Are you going to be a good boy now?"  Eric growled. He was pumping the banana in time to his own rocking, and the sight of Orlando writhing with each thrust had driven him to the edge quickly. 

Before Orlando could nod, Eric popped his cock out. He loved watching Orlando pushing back onto the banana and then sliding forward to suck more of his prick down, but that deprived him of listening to Orli´s enthusiastic responses. 

"Well?"  Eric said. He pushed the banana against Orlando´s prostate. 

"Fuck! Yes, I´ll behave! Just let me come!"  Orlando ground down on the banana, gasping and whimpering with each thrust. 

A glance at the clock told Eric that they had to finish up. He pushed his throbbing cock against Orlando´s and took both of them in his large hand. 

"Good. Remember who´s in charge," he snarled as his hand blurred. "You´re mine to do with as I want." 

"Yours," Orlando gasped. "Always...oh fuck!" 

With a loud cry, Orlando came, his cock jerking as he painted Eric´s stomach with strand after strand of creamy fluid. That was enough to send Eric over the edge and he shuddered, adding to the huge mess. 

They didn´t have time to bask in the afterglow, so he grabbed some tissues to clean them up. "We only have a few before an assistant comes knocking." 

"Uh, it´s going to take more than a few," Orlando said. "I think I broke the banana." 

Eric groaned and wondered how in hell he was going to explain this one. 

THE END