Citrus
Orlando looked down at the slight figure on the ground. Elijah's knees were bent up, bare feet and bare legs splayed. His arms were spread wide soaking up the feel of the waning heat and his head was tilted so that his chin was the first spot to meet the early evening rays. His bare torso was turning a little pink, a sure sign that the sun earlier had been somewhat hotter than he had realised. Orli smiled to himself and knelt next to his friend.
A lazy smile turned Elijah's mouth up at the edges as he looked at Orlando through squinting eyes. "Hey you. Made a decision yet?" He asked, his voice almost a whisper.
"Yep." Orli smirked a little as he lowered himself onto his front close to Elijah, though not so close that they touched. Close enough though, that he could feel the heat emanating from the young man next to him.
Elijah laughed. "So, do I get to hear what delicacy we are to be treated to this evening at Chez Orlando? Or is it going to be a surprise?"
"Definitely a surprise." Orli grinned as he lay his head onto his forearms and closed his eyes.
The two friends fell into an easy silence. Somewhere in the distance they were aware of the sounds of cars passing on the road and birds calling out their evening song. A slight breeze rose up and kissed their bodies with the vague chill of approaching night.
It took a few seconds for Elijah to realise that the slight tickling sensation along his arm wasn't a figment of his imagination. He turned his head to see what insect had decided to crawl across him and did a double take. He held his breath and his eyes widened as he saw Orlando's head bent over, nose an inch from the skin, sniffing. Well, he appeared to be sniffing. Elijah blinked and looked away. He took a deep breath, turned his head back and made his eyes focus, trying to work out exactly what the man next to him was doing. Well, it sure as hell looked like sniffing to him.
What Orlando was actually doing was smelling the soft skin on the inside of Elijah's elbow, moving his head slightly left and then right as if he could waft whatever scent was contained there further into his nostrils. He was aware, more from some sort of extra sense than any concrete sign, that Elijah had turned his head in his direction and was probably staring at him in horror. He decided to ignore this. He lowered his head further and let the tip of his tongue touch the flesh beneath it. He felt the muscles in the arm under his tongue flex and then tighten slightly making the veins stand out in a ridge, purple against the surrounding paleness. The skin tasted of salt and something else, something slightly sharp. In order to try and ascertain what this sharpness was, he ran his tongue across the crease of the younger man's arm. Yes, definitely sharp. Citrus? Could be. He placed his mouth against the flesh and began to trace in circles around one particular spot with his tongue. It was the thinness of the skin and the way the veins lay so close to the surface, so vulnerable, that had made him lick this spot. He felt his own skin tingle and vibrate as he licked. Keeping his hands tucked beneath his chest so that they wouldn't be tempted to touch the body prone beside him, he began to gently suck.
Elijah stifled a small gasp as he felt his flesh being sucked into Orli's mouth. He wondered if Orlando had fallen asleep and was sleep - well, walking wasn't exactly it. Sleep licking? He suppressed the giggle rising up in his throat. He lay his head back against the ground and closed his eyes letting himself go with the sensations flowing over his entire body. It was kind of nice. In fact, it was very nice. Lovely. Very - erotic. Oops. Where the hell did that come from? Erotic. Big scary word, Lij. Something in his brain took a step back and filed that particular thought away for consideration at some point when he wasn't being seriously aroused by a close friend sucking on a normally un-noticed part of his body. He wondered if he should say something. The what to say was a bit of a problem though. Hey Orlando. You getting off on this, or what? 'Cos you know, I am. Getting off I mean. Shit.
"Oi! You wanna beer?" Dom's voice rang out across the stillness. Orli leapt to his feet and, without a glance at Elijah, yelled back, "Dom! You complete babe!"
Elijah, still sprawled out but now feeling more than slightly bereft, watched the lithe figure race across the grass towards the house. He raised his arm and held it in front of his face and peered at the slowly drying wet patch shaped like a kiss. He lowered the arm and touched his tongue to his own skin, eyes half closed, savouring the taste of Orlando. He swirled the taste around his mouth trying to place it. Citrus. He smiled and stood up and began to walk across the garden.