Craig & Orli
NC-17 for sloppy sex

"You're drunk." Orli says as he points at Craig accusingly from across the table. "I thought elves didn't get drunk." He adds before bursting into a fit of laughter at nothing in particular.

Craig gives a lopsided grin and waves the top of his beer bottle vaguely in Orli's direction. "Guess 's not working for you 'n either." he mumbles before managing to get the bottle to his mouth and tipping it back to discover it was empty. He frowns and peers into the top of the bottle as if puzzling over where the contents went, and then gives up, putting the bottle down on the table. "Mus' be your round 'n eh?"

Orli looks at Craig's empty bottle then back at his own, giving an exaggerated nod of his head in agreement. "'kay. Be right back." He murmurs as he slides out of his seat and tests his wobbly legs before releasing his grip on the table. Walking in what he believes to be a straight line, Orli makes his way to the bar to order two more beers. He returns to the table where Craig is waiting and proudly presents a fresh bottle to his boyfriend. "Bartender says 'Last call', love." Orli tells him with a drunken pout before taking his seat again, managing the feat in only two attempts after a minor slip off the chair initially.

"He did?" Craig looks over at the bartender and narrows his eyes slightly "Cheeky bugger, callin' me 'love', I dun even know 'im.' he growls, turning back to Orli as he raises the bottle to his lips and takes a long swallow.

Orli gives Craig a confused stare then looks back toward the bar at the bartender, his muddled mind trying to figure out the glitch in communication. He blinks then opens his mouth to say something but quickly closes it again. Shrugging his shoulder, Orli reaches for his own bottle. "Don' be too hasty. Maybe he'll give you 'nother round if he likes you." He says with a nod before taking a drink of his beer.

Craig stares at Orli for a second, something trying to register in his mind, but he gives up and shakes it off. "Well, guess we better start thinkin' 'bout getting home.." he murmurs, patting Orli on the thigh as the speaks while draining the remains of his bottle. He leans on Orli's thigh as he pulls himself up out of the chair, and takes a deep breath when his head spins. "Umm, which way is it?" he mumbles. His legs not quite ready for the task ahead yet, he sits down abruptly in Orli's lap and surveys his boyfriend thoughtfully before breaking into a bright smile "Hi!" he grins then leans his head on Orli's shoulder and reaches up to tug lightly on a strand of dark hair, an expression of love and adoration on his face as he watches Orli finish his drink.

Orli lets out a soft "oof" as Craig makes himself comfortable in his lap, chuckling softly as he wipes some spilled beer off his chin. "Hi." He smiles as he snakes an arm around Craig's waist to keep him from sliding to the floor. Orli sets his beer bottle down on the table, barely catching it before it topples over out of reach. He makes a face at the irksome bottle before returning his attention back to his boyfriend, a wide grin transforming his features as he notices Craig's doting expression. "Need t'get you home. You're soused."

"Mmm, this 's good." Craig sighs as he cuddles into Orli and closes his eyes, opening them swiftly again when he suddenly feels like he's at sea. "Ummyeah. Home." he agrees, a part of his mind still funtioning just enough to tell him they can't stay here and that home is a good idea. With a concerted effort, he pulls himself upright once more, letting go of Orli and the table when he feels able and taking a rather sideways step towards the doorway.

Stumbling only slightly less than Craig as he catches up to his swaying boyfriend, Orli loops his arm around Craig again in the hopes that maybe both of them working together can actually make it through the doors of the club. Once outside, the guy at the door waves down a taxi for them and helps him and Craig into the back seat. Struggling to remember his name let alone his address, Orli manages to tell the driver where to take them before collapsing on the back seat with Craig.

Craig tries to keep himself upright as the taxi sets off then finally puts his arm around Orli and draws him closer, propping himself against him. "That was fun." he sighs, rubbing his cheek on Orli's shoulder. "'m always happy to watch you shake your ass on the dancefloor." he grins, leaning over to give his boyfriend a sloppy kiss on the cheek and almost ending up on the floor when the taxi brakes at a stoplight.

"Whoa!" Orli reaches to keep Craig from tumbling to the floor of the taxi. "Where ya goin'?" He giggles as he helps Craig back onto the seat with him. "Now... wha's that you were sayin' about my ass?" Orli murmurs as he pulls Craig in for another sloppy kiss.

"It's fiiiine." Craig snorts as he wraps his arms around Orli and nuzzles his neck. "Very fine.." he slides an arm down Orli's back and wedges his hand under his butt, squeezing it hard.

"Ooh!" Orli lets out a surprised squeal when Craig grabs his ass, nearly slipping off the car seat and dragging his boyfriend with him.

Craig giggles drunkenly as he's pulled across the seat by Orli, almost straddling his legs. "Tease." he murmurs, pulling them both back up straight as he tries to remember where they are and that they should behave appropriately. "You can show me more ass wiggling later." he whispers not so quietly, almost unseated again when the cab comes to a halt. "Oh, home." he blinks in surprise before pushing Orli in the direction of the door.

"Home!" Orli announces rather loudly and unnecessarily before spilling out of the back of the cab with Craig in a tangle of arms and legs. Getting to his feet again and not without a certain amount of effort, Orli sways dangerously close to falling down again as he tries to get some money from his pocket to pay the driver. Finally realizing that his hand is caught in the pocket of his jeans, Orli decides to enlists Craig's help. "Baby... stuck... " He whimpers as he tries to pull his hand free.

Craig tugs Orli's arm trying to free his hand, but then peers a bit closer to see one of his rings has caught on something. "Holdonaminute.." he slurs, digging for his own wallet to pay the driver. Once the cab has pulled away, he points somewhere in the direction of the front door. "Need some light.." he nods. Once inside the foyer of the building, Craig tries again, bending closer and squinting to figure out the jam. "Umm.." he tugs at the jeans to no avail. "Can't see 'nough." he complains, tugging at the zipper of the fly and undoing them to peel the jeans back to see what's happening with the pocket. He grins up at Orli cheekily. "Happy aren't we?"

"What did ya expect with all tha' pullin' and tuggin'?" Orli grins then leans over with the bright idea of kissing Craig again before making them lose their balance and topple to the floor. After the conspicous sound of ripping fabric, Orli extends his arm over his head and proudly proclaims "Me hand's free!"

"But mine ain't." Craig complains as he tugs his hand from under their combined weight. "Better." he nods, before wrapping the now free arm around Orli and giving him a celebratory kiss. It's only a moment later Craig is aware of someone walking past them into the apartment building and he looks around in surprise to see they are still in the foyer. "Err... better.. you know." he pushes at Orli a little to get him to move, a fit of giggles hitting him when Orli sits up to reveal an open fly and a ripped pocket. "They'll be arresting us for indecent explosure. Exclosure... well, misbehaving." he settles on as he uses the wall to steady himself as he gets up from the floor then hits the button for the lift.

Following Craig's example, Orli scrabbles against the wall to get to his feet. "If misbehavin's a crime...you woulda been in jail loooong agoooo." Orli laughs, nodding his head for emphasis as he leans back against the wall and attempts to zip his jeans. The wall he's leaning against is actually the elevator doors which promptly open behind him, sending him sprawling backward inside of the lift.

Snorting with laughter at his boyfriends predicament, Craig steps into the lift and presses buttons until he's sure the one for their apartment is in there somewhere. "Up." he murmurs, reaching down to help Orli off the floor but the ascent of the lift throws him off balance so he he ends up pressed against the back wall of the elevator and unable to move until the doors slide open again. "Not us." Craig notes as the doors slide closed again. Bracing himself, he offers another hand to Orli to help him up.

Seeing Craig's offered hand waving in front of his face, Orli shakes his head. "'m gonna wait 'til we stop for good." He mumbles, suddenly feeling dizzy at all the falling and lifting since they arrived in their building. "Don' r'member there bein' this many floors before..." Orli muses, smiling brightly when the lift doors finally open onto the hallway leading to their flat. "Home!" He says loudly again, pointing toward their door but not moving from the elevator floor.

"Mm." Craig backs up towards the doors to stop them closing and gazes at Orli when he doesn't seem to move. "C'mon." he murmurs, reaching down to tug at the leg of Orli's jeans as if trying to drag him out but only succeeds in pulling the jeans further down Orli's body. He snickers again and straightens up. "Can't help ya. Have to do it yourself."

"Bugger." Orli flinches when the elevator alarm begins to ring because the doors have been open too long. Disregarding his half-undressed state, Orli crawls out of the elevator and into the hallway. He sighs gratefully when the lift doors close and the alarm stops ringing then turns his drunken concentration toward righting his clothes. "You're bloody good at gettin' em off, but you're shite at gettin' em back on, yeah?" Orli smirks as he fumbles with the jeans still wrapped around his legs.

"At least I have the skills for the important part." Craig smirks as he fumbles for the keys to the apartment, eventually managing to open the door more with luck than judgement. He stumbles inside and heads for the sofa, collapsing onto it gratefully. "Crap. This is gonna suck in the morning." he sighs, wrapping himself around a cushion and trying to block out the spinning from all the movement.

Finally getting his jeans up around his hips even though they're still unzipped, Orli follows Craig into their flat. Pausing to give Callie a scratch behind her ears, Orli soon joins his boyfriend on the couch, practically laying on top of Craig in the process. "Wha's goin' to suck?" He asks softly as he runs his hand along Craig's thigh.

"Me." Craig murmurs, the response making perfect sense to him as he unfurls his legs and allows Orli to slip into the space, then abandons the cushion and anchors himself to his boyfriend instead. He nuzzles into Orli's neck and wraps his arms loosely around him, a certain lack of co-ordination between his mind and his body becoming evident.

Even in his equally drunken state, Orli can't help but giggle at Craig's less-than-graceful maneuvering on the couch. "I dun think so." Orli murmurs, his hands rubbing up and down Craig's back as they cuddle clumsily on the couch.

"No thinking.. too hard." Craig mumbles having entirely lost track of what the conversation even was anyway as he tangles fingers in Orli's hair and engages him in a drawn out open mouthed kiss that has far more enthusiasm behind it than finesse.

Tilting his head back as Craig moves his kisses down his neck, Orli moans and shifts beneath his boyfriend. "'s not too hard... but keep kissing me."

Mumbling something vague, Craig absorbs himself in the curve of Orli's collarbone, tracing his lips over the skin then delving his tongue into the shallow hollw at the base of his lover's throat then works down to the to button of the open top of the shirt he wears before becoming foiled by the fabric.

"Wha's wrong?" Orli asks when Craig is unsuccessful at unbuttoning his shirt. "Want me to... ooh... sorry, love." He apologizes for slightly head-butting his lover when he moved to get in a better position to pull off his shirt. Orli reaches up and rubs Craig's head where they banged together.

"Ow." Craig blinks in confusion after the bump and eyes Orli warily. "Lemme.." he instructs, shifting his weight to give them room to deal with the matter at hand, but then finds gravity has a totally different plan in mind as he slides straight from the sofa and onto the floor with a soft 'Oof' sound.

Leaning over the edge of the couch and looking at Craig where he sits on the floor, Orli gives his boyfriend a puzzled look. "Whatcha doin' down there now?"

"I..." Craig trails off as he contemplates matters. With a sigh, he begins to pull himself up again, a far more arduous task than it really should be. He surveys the situation and leans over to grab Orli's hand. "Think 's be better upstairs.." He tugs on Orli's hand and only succeeds in sending his boyfriend on the same route he had just taken to the floor. "Or here 's good.." he shrugs.

Surprised to find himself on the floor with Craig, Orli shakes his head as he rubs his hip on the spot where he broke his fall. Deciding to take matters into his own hands, albeit still very drunken hands, Orli clumsily straddles his prone lover taking extra care not to knock heads, elbows or other hard body parts. "You. Stay still." He whispers as if afraid someone else might hear the request. "Me first. Then you." Orli continues as explanation, not picking up on Craig's confused expression before he begins to pull his own shirt up and over his head.

Happy enough to comply with the request as it requires no actual thought on his part, Craig just smiles as Orli removes his shirt and then reaches up a hand to smooth it over his lovers stomach. Once Orli's shirt is discarded though, he sits up enough to press his lips to Orli's neck, his hand beginning to wander further over the expanse of skin.

Tangling his hands in Craig's hair, Orli is quickly distracted by his boyfriend's kisses and suddenly more than willing to deviate from his original plan of undressing himself and then undressing Craig. As long as Craig kept doing that, this new plan would do just fine.

With one hand, the other still investigating Orli, Craig pulls his t-shirt up and manages to get the front over his head, resulting in a bit of a tangle of fabric restricting his arms, but with a small amount of assistance from Orli and realising he needs to let go of his boyfriend to actually remove it, they finally succeed in their task. " 's good.." Craig murmurs, availing himself once more of the warm skin of Orli's neck as his hands travel down his back to push under the jeans, already way down low on Orli's butt from being unbuttoned for some time.

"Mmm... good..." Orli moans in agreement, reaching down to cover Craig's hands with his as he helps to guide them lower. "'s getting hard again." He says with a slow smile as he rocks against Craig's lap.

"Mmm..." Craig sighs in agreement, Orli's movements having definite effects. He pulls Orli's jeans down over his hips and tugs petulantly when they can go no further. "Move a bit.." he instructs, trying to back out from under his boyfriend as if that will help matters.

Leaning up on his knees, Orli pushes his jeans as far down as they will go before he realizes that he will have to move off Craig in order to rid himself of them. Being proactive and more than a little horny after all their trials and tribulations, Orli gets to his feet so he can finish undressing, staggering only slightly before he is finally completely nude. "Ta da!" Orli waves his hand triumphantly and attempts a bow only to tip forward and fall to the floor again.

Craig giggles as he catches Orli before he falls too far. "Pride before a fall 'n all that.." he snickers as he wraps himself around his squirming boyfriend and wrangles him back to the floor. "K.." with a small amount of effort Craig begins to attack his own jeans, grateful they don't put up much of a fight although they seem intent on clinging to his legs. After an amount of violent kicking at them, they finally give in and disengage themselves. "Aha!" he exclaims, as he rolls over onto Orli once more with a pleased grin.

Orli grins widely and welcomes Craig back into his arms with a slightly sloppy kiss. "Next time... le's get naked before." He says with a nod, pleased with his new idea for preventing such struggle in the future. Hooking a leg around Craig's, Orli presses up against his lover, the sensation much better without their jeans between them. "Aha!" Orli purrs at the feeling of skin on skin.

"Before..?" Craig puzzles "before going out?" the thought is shoved from his mind though as Orli rubs against him. He lets out a soft gasp and a murmur of pleasure, coasting his hand down Orli's side as he presses wet kisses to his lovers face. "Definitely harder.." he chuckles as he wraps his fingers around Orli's obvious arousal. "Wha' should we do with 's then?" he asks in what he feels is a seductive tone but is actually more of a slurred mumble.

"Mmmm..." Orli moans as Craig slowly strokes him. "Tha's good. Do that s'more." He suggests helpfully, tilting his face in the hopes of landing one of Craig's kisses on his mouth.

"A'right." Craig responds, giving Orli a noisy kiss as he continues to stroke him, wriggling slightly as his own hardness reminds him of it's presence. "Mm... jus..." he takes one of Orli's hands with his free one and directs it downwards until fingertips brush his aching cock. "Yeah, there.." he sighs.

Even in his drunken state, Orli still appreciates the soft, pleasured sounds that Craig is making while he steadily works his boyfriend's cock with his hand. He buries his face in the crook of Craig's neck, breathing against his skin and muffling his own sounds of pleasure as his lover reciprocates by arduously stroking him, too.

The fingers of Craig's free hand scrape down Orli's back as he whimpers, the pleasure of their actions mingling with his relaxed drunken state. He shifts his body slightly, pressing closer to his lover as his pleasure mounts.

"You feel... so good... like this..." Orli's breath hitches with each stroke of Craig's hand, his own hand falling into an easy cadence that matches his lover's as they continue to move together.

"Oh yes..." Craig murmurs, agreeing to pretty much anything at the moment as he presses his lips against the warm, damp skin of Orli's neck.

Moving his hand to close it around Craig's to stop him, Orli whimpers as he pulls away. "Stop, baby..." he moans softly then takes another ragged breath in an attempt to clear his alcohol-hazed thoughts. "Want you... want to be inside you..."

Craig gives a soft groan as proceedings stop and then blinks at Orli in slight confusion. "I... okay. Yes." he nods as the request sinks in finally and he gives Orli an enthusiastic kiss of encouragement.

After enjoying a long bout of sloppy but nonetheless enjoyable kissing, Orli is reminded of his request as he presses against Craig, his fingers begin to explore. "Lube?" He mumbles, reluctant to pull away from Craig yet again.

"Yes." Craig responds and then realises the question was not quite meant as he has taken it. "Oh... err.." he glances around the room and notices a bottle under the coffee table. He edges towards it, not a particularly easy task with a lap full of Orli and barely any co-ordination. Finally he snags it with a foot and pulls it up within reaching distance. "Yes." he says again, with a proud grin as he hands it to Orli.

Tearing himself away from kissing Craig long enough to take the bottle from him, Orli stares at the lube with a look of amazement as he wonders just how Craig managed to conjure the needed accessory. Distracted once again by the writhing movement of his lover beneath him, Orli focuses on the task at hand. After spilling only half the bottle between them, Orli manages to slick his fingers, sliding them inside Craig with a low groan of desire.

Craig jumps slightly at the intrusion as if having forgotten what was about to happen, but merely finds the lube cold on his heated flesh. He arches into the contact with a soft whimper and lets his head fall back to the floor as the sweet sensations flow over him, his cock throbbing in anticipation.

Enjoying the sight and sound of Craig in pleasure and despite his beer-soaked brain, Orli concentrates on the way that he's touching his lover. He carefully crooks his fingers, slowly massaging over Craig's prostate and smiling softly when his boyfriend trembles beneath him. Focused entirely on making Craig lose control, Orli lowers his head, taking Craig's erection into his mouth and sucking vigorously.

His shoulders pressed back against the floor, Craig loses himself in the ecstatic waves of pleasure coursing through his body as Orli begins to suck him. His hand looks for something to hold onto, finally coming to rest on Orli's shoulder, his grip tightening as the sensations mount rapidly. He gasps and shudders, his hips jerking off the floor into his lovers mouth. "Oh... baby.." he manages to moan before he loses control and spills his release into the heat of his lovers mouth.

"Mmmm. Love doin' that... makin' you lose control." Orli grins happily as he wipes his chin with the back of his hand.

Craig lays in a sated pile of mush for a moment as he calms, his breathing loud and erratic. When he's able, he reaches up and pulls Orli down against him. "'n what c'ni do to make you lose control?" he asks before plundering his lovers mouth, the bitter sweet taste of himself still lingering.

Orli stares into Craig's eyes, panting softly when they finally come up for air again after another round of breathtaking kisses. "Tha's a start." He smiles cheekily.

"'n the finish?" Craig smiles as he becomes distracted with Orli's neck once more, his lips travelling the skin to the curve of his ear where he nibbles and sucks on the lobe teasingly.

"Mmm... yeah... finish..." Orli mumbles as Craig nibbles on his ear, sending a wave of delightful shivers through his body.

Pulling back, Craig focuses on his boyfriend noting his apparent distraction. "You. Need t' finish you." he reminds Orli with a nod, wrapping his fingers around his boyfriends rigid cock to aid his memory as he smiles and nibbles over Orli's lower lip.

"Can I?" Orli asks as he runs his fingers along the cleft of Craig's ass, suddenly reminded of his original goal before he was distracted.

Craig nods. "Don' need t' ask, baby." he murmurs softly against Orli's lips, drawing his lover closer and winding a leg around his hips, his hands stroking over Orli's back lovingly.

"Don' wanna take advantage... just 'cause you're plastered." Orli replies sincerely as he nips playfully at Craig's lower lip then lifts Craig's hips, angling them as he begins to slowly push inside him.

Craig lets out a soft moan as Orli fills him, a shudder of pleasure coursing down his spine as he wraps his other leg around his boyfriend and just holds him still as they lay joined this way. "Can take advantage of me anytime y'want." he murmurs with a lazy grin.

"Anytime?" Orli questions softly as he takes a slow breath, remaining still in their intimate embrace for a moment longer before the need to move inside the tight heat of his lover takes over. Orli begins to slowly rock against Craig, setting an easy rhythm as he pulls back then thrusts into him again.

"Mmhmm.." Craig murmurs, the sound turning into a quiet moan when Orli begins to move inside him with measured strokes. He grips Orli's arms and pushes his hips up further to take his lover deeper.

"'m SO goin' t' hold you t' that." Orli moans, his passion rising as he quickens his pace. His focus now centered entirely on making love to his boyfriend, Orli continues to move with long, steady strokes until he feels his climax unfurling inside him. Burying his face against Craig's neck, Orli comes with a muffled cry, shuddering in his release.

Craig works with Orli as he moves, flexing his muscles around his boyfriend inside of him and coaxing him through the aftershocks of his release until they both fall still in a warm, sticky heap. Stroking Orli's back gently, Craig lets out a soft sigh of contentment and closes his eyes, the buzz of alcohol wearing down now to a comfortable drowsiness.

Shifting into a more comfortable position for the both of them, Orli snuggles close to Craig. "Love you." He sighs sleepily, happy and content in Craig's arms.

"You too." Craig murmurs on a slow breath as he slips into sleep, unaware of the fact they are still on the lounge floor.