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Title: The Mini Break, Part Two
Pairing: Orlijah
Rating: NC17
Warning: None!
Disclaimer: Fiction!
Summary: Written for Prompt 3 Orlijah_Month 2009. A continuation of the ficlet The Mini-Break, Part One written for Prompt 5 Orlijah_Month 2008.



The Mini Break, Part Two

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Elijah was having a good day.

First, he'd had the very great pleasure of detangling himself from Orlando's sleep sweaty sex sticky grasp.

Next he'd ordered coffee from room service. While he waited for it to arrive, he had quietly dressed in Orlando's first gift, the cream coloured hooded djellaba.

Finally, with the heavy scent of coffee and cardamom filling the air, he had made himself comfortable at the low table and chair by the courtyard pool. He had taken time to arrange the folds of the djellaba elegantly around him before lighting the first (and always the best) cigarette of the day.

Sipping the bittersweet brew and taking long slow drags from his clove, Elijah paused to appreciate the moment, master and prince of all he surveyed.

He watched the smoke trickle into the sky through the open courtyard roof and the sun rise high enough in the sky so that the pillars around the pool made long shadows on the tile floor. He glancing over his shoulder, he could just make out the lump that was Orlando in the middle of the bed.

He smiled fondly, stubbed out his cigarette, drained the last of his coffee from the tiny cup and stood up.

Walking through the long corridor from the suite's inner sanctum to the front entrance, Elijah pulled the hood of the djellaba up over his head and readied his sunglasses. Pulling the huge knob on door towards him, he had a brief bright glimpse of dusty streets and bright sunlight before he slipped the sunglasses in place.

Elijah straightened his shoulders and stepped confidently into the street to jostle and mingle with the city's noisy, colourful inhabitants.

***

By late morning the sun had finally reached the canopied bed and the warm beams that penetrated the gauzy curtains began to tickle Orlando awake.

He writhed seductively under the feeling of heat on his skin, fully expecting to feel a hand tighten around his ankle, forcing him to still before sliding up the length of his leg.

Instead, he was most perplexed to feel nothing at all. Orlando stretched largely and groped across the bed; he was deeply disappointed to find himself completely alone in it.

He sat up and pushed the curtains aside. "Elijah" he called and frowned into the silence.

"Elijah!" he called again, and swung himself out of bed. He walked into the atrium and over to the little table and chair. He touched the little copper coffee pot to find it cold. He noted the stubbed out clove and narrowed his eyes against the dancing motes of dust, caught in beams of light, to survey the rest of the room.

Only one of his gifts to Elijah was still folded neatly on the table. Seeing that the djellaba was gone, Orlando had smiled broadly.

He had then called for more coffee and sat in the cool shade running his fingers over his other gift to Elijah and contemplating what exactly today might hold.


***

It had been a very good morning, reflected Elijah, shutting out the hustle and bustle of the streets with the heavy door.

A successful visit to the souk, was followed by several tiny cups of coffee and a very satisfying session in the shisha café. The fruit flavoured tobacco and gentle bubbling noise of the hookak had been most relaxing.

In the cool of the apartment, Elijah pushed back the djellaba's hood and slid his sunglasses on to the top of his head. He waited a moment for his eyes to adjust to the dim light and looked around for Orlando.

Finding no sign of him, Elijah sighed in relief and quickly walked to the table by the pool. Glancing around, he tucked a small package behind the embroidered cushion. He was just pressing the cushion back into place when he became aware of the sound of tinkling bells.

Elijah straightened abruptly and froze; head cocked and eyes wide, listening intently. He'd just decided it was his imagination when he heard the 'bells' directly behind him.

He whirled around and gaped.

The sound of bells rang out sharply.

Well, not really bells. As far as Elijah could tell, really, it was more a combination of the tiny cymbals between Orlando's fingers and the coin covered slip of chiffon wrapped around his hips.

Elijah gaped some more.

"Master?" queried Orlando, his eyes sparking mischief over the sheer red scarf resting just below them. He raised his arms above his head in a graceful gesture and cocked one hip. With a practiced flourish, he let the finger cymbals ringing out twice.

Elijah's jaw snapped shut.

"Will Master sit?" prompted Orlando and took a slinky step forward that caused the both the coins on his hips and Elijah to jump. Orlando took another hip jingling step and Elijah stumbled backwards. Fortunately, he was closer to the chair than the fountain and found himself abruptly seated rather than soaking wet.

"Um OH!?" squeaked Elijah and Orlando lifted the veil covering his mouth briefly to grin down at him. Then he dropped it and reached into his embroidered bodice to pull out a little controller, which he pointed it at the sound system in the corner of the room.

He threw Elijah a sultry look, pressed the play button and began to dance.

He started out slowly, eyes locked with Elijah and holding his upper body perfectly still. He swiveled and swayed with the rising and falling cadence of the music. A sharp jiggle of coins emphasized every toss of his hips.

Orlando's lower half, it seemed to Elijah, had taken on a life of its own and this was having a serious impact on Elijah's lower half. He settled back in the chair and spread his thighs a bit wider to accommodate his new found interest in belly dancing.

While Elijah adjusted himself under his djellaba, Orlando took the opportunity shoulder shimmy his way directly in front of Elijah. He then paused dramatically, his coin covered crotch inches from Elijah's nose before whipping around and presenting pert chiffon covered buttocks. He raised his arms above his head and started to undulate.

Snake like, he shifted his torso back and forth from side to side, his hips held perfectly still. Elijah watched the shift of Orlando's muscles under his skin, completely mesmerized. He was just reaching out to touch, when Orlando spun round to face him.

A slight sheen of sweat had gathered across his chest and Elijah couldn’t stop himself from leaning forward to trap a fine bead and trace a path down to the flat stomach. Orlando stilled under his touch and covered Elijah's hand with his own. Slowly he started rolling and contracting his abdomen under the pressure of their two hands. The rolling soon morphed into rhythmic thrusting as their hands slipped down to cup his half hard cock. With one last push into their combined pressure of their hands, Orlando stepped back, releasing Elijah.

"Orli" begged Elijah at the loss of touch, fingers stretched out.

"Will Master dance?" asked Orlando and caught Elijah's out stretched fingers before they were snatched them back. "Please?" added Orlando, and before his master could say 'No', leaned back and pulled.

Elijah came up out of the chair reluctantly. He loved to dance and he loved to dance with Orli, but this was different. He stood awkwardly, not knowing what to do.

"Thank you, Master," Orlando said and stepped forward to place his hands on Elijah's hips. He waited for a slight pause in the music before he started to sway, taking Elijah with him. Quite naturally Elijah's hands sought out Orlando's own hips and soon they were mirroring each others motion, swaying together as one.

When Elijah looked up at him, grinning with pleasure, Orlando felt he could only contain the pressure in his chest one way. Their dance stuttered to a halt while he wrapped his arms around Elijah and held him tight.

"Orli?" whispered Elijah, lifting his head. He reached up and pushed aside the veil covering Orlando's mouth. "Kiss me?"

"Of course, Master."

Elijah sighed with pleasure as Orlando dipped his head and then mumbled against his mouth, "Mmmmm. Can we go back to bed, please?"

"Yes, Master. Your wish is my command."

"It is!?!"

"Without question, Master."

"Ooooh…. Can I top?"

"Yes, Master."

"Um… and maybe have a blowjob, too?"

"Of course, Master."

"Wow," said Elijah, thinking hard. "Can I…"

"Master?"

"Can I wear the little skirt thing? Pleeeeease."


***


"So,…

was…

this…

a…

bet…

ter…

day…

than…

yes…

ter…

day?" gasped Orlando in time to the pounding Elijah was giving him.

"Ab…

so…

lute…

ly," panted Elijah, making the coins on his hips jingle wildly.


***


The End