Title: More than This
Author: Cherry Vanilla
Pairing: Orlando Bloom/Elijah Wood
Fandom: RPS
Rating: NC- 17
Status: NEW, Complete 3/10/02
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Spoilers: Some things in here were mentioned in The Official Movie Guide. But, that's all.
Summary: "And your bones have been my bed frame and your flesh has been my pillow." Or, in which Elijah pines and Orlando finally follows through.
Summary props go to Ani DiFranco.
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You and the cast have a day off from shooting. You're already into the second film, yet you're having trouble telling the difference. Everything is a massive jumble to you anyway, like a jigsaw puzzle you can't piece together. Sometimes you wish Peter hadn't chosen to do this historic way of filming. Sometimes you think you're burning out and if you have to do one more drop of script work or another read-through or a beating out of a scene, you'll scream. Sometimes, you forget you're just nineteen and other kids your age are in college having the time of their lives and you'll never be that kid.
But then you look at Sean and Dom and Billy and -- Orlando and you're grateful that Peter has done it this way. You know it's the only way the connection between cast members would be as strong and that it'll show on camera. You want what is best for the film, and you've learned to put your own wants second � even when it comes to relationships.
You had a boyfriend back home, before all this. But you told him you'd be off in New Zealand for at least 18 months and he told you to go fuck off if you thought he'd wait around. You've never hidden your bisexuality, but you haven't blatantly announced it to anyone. You've never been asked straight out, but you do give out some vibes otherwise you'd never be getting laid by guys.
When you meet Ian, it's obvious he can see the deep respect you hold for him. But it's not just as an actor, but also as a man coming out of the closet in this business. You admire him for that and your friendship forms quick. You love goofing around with him and have come to view him as a father. Still, you don't feel it necessary to say 'Ian I'm bi." It's not like you expect a medal for something, it's just who you are.
But today Ian says he'd like to go to a bar and everyone says they'll be a sport and accompany him even though they know it'll be a gay bar. No one in your group is homophobic and everyone loves Ian so it's not like you are surprised but ... you're not ready for this.
You pace in your room, as the others get ready next door. You adjust your silk shirt in the mirror and wonder why you're even trying to look nice. You're terrified that you're going to let something slip. Except, you're not worried about your sexuality being found out. In fact, you couldn't care less. You love these guys and you know they'll feel the same when/if they find out. It's ... the other factor.
There is a knock on the door and you turn to answer it.
Orlando stands there.
Ah, the factor himself.
He's wearing tight black jeans and a dark blue T-shirt that hugs his chest in all the right places. It takes everything in you not to let out a groan. You curse him for dressing like this and you curse yourself too, because after tonight everyone will know you're hard up for "Legolas."
Viggo will start teasing you, no doubt, about having to compete with a hairbrush for an elf's affection. He has this fascination with teasing Orlando on his "prissy" character to which Orlando responds that at least he'll live forever. All is said with good-natured teasing and you find it amusing more than anything else.
Still, you don't want your crush to be relieved just yet. Actually, you don't want it revealed at all. You had to endure nine months of hell as Orlando saw some chick. Of course, you never saw her; she was in London or something. Still, he racked up quite a phone bill and all you had to do was use your imagination there.
"Ready, mate?"
And you have to laugh because he's trying to sound Australian with the
'Mate' bit and it just ends up sounding like some really bad British.
"Yeah, almost."
"Hey, you look good, Lij."
His voice surprises you and as you look in the mirror and you're taken back when you realize how close he is all of a sudden. His chin rests on your shoulder and you force yourself to keep your breathing even. His hand comes to rest on your chest as he fingers the buttons there, and then the silk of the shirt.
"Planning to tease all the men there, are we?"
He laughs against your neck and you're still not moving. You know this is standard Orlando teasing, just part of who he is. Still..
He pushes against you slightly and you vaguely think about how the teasing was never quite like this before.
"Knock 'em dead, Lij." The hand runs down your stomach and then he's near the door again, ready to go. You take a deep breath and figure you might as well get this over with.
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The club is not too large, with only a bar, a small dance floor and some tables along the sides. Outside though, the air is cool, there are benches and lights and speakers all around. You light a cigarette and inhale deeply. You watch as Dom and Billy try their best to dance without looking foolish and fall miserably. You watch Sean stand on the side of the dance floor laughing as he brushes off their attempts to pull him in.
You notice Ian chatting with some fellow at the bar and smile as you think of the teasing you'll give him later about his boyfriend back home.
Your eyes have to search a little to find Orli. And when you do..
You cough on the smoke you just inhaled as it catches in your throat. There is Orlando, grinding against some guy in the far corner of the dance floor, their bodies so tight you can't tell where which one ends and the other begins. You glance around at the others, but they're all too occupied to notice. You're forced to endure every movement as your treacherous eyes refuse to look away.
He and the guy are the same height and their faces are inches apart. And when they finally kiss, your heart stops.
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You don't remember leaving the club. You can only vaguely recall telling Ian that you'll get a cab back, that you're not feeling well, and you'll see him tomorrow. But everything else is a blur -- except for the image of Orlando's lips pressed up against someone else's.
Back at the room you undress and mentally account the unfairness of the situation. First, you endure the girlfriend. Now that she's out of the picture you get your nose shoved in the fact that Orli is not only bi apparently, but about to sleep with club-boy.
Life, you think, is beginning to suck.
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The next day, Orlando regards you differently. As if he knows everything that is going on and for a paranoid moment you actually think he does.
Shooting wraps for the day and everyone gathers in Dom's room for a card game since it has started to rain outside. You excuse yourself, saying you have a headache and are going to lie down. What you really do is walk around the block in the rain and pretend it's a warm misty night in California. You almost believe it.
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You finally return to your room, heading up the back way so the others don't accidentally see you.
You dry your hair, put on a sweater and lay down on the bed with a book. Just as you're beginning to relax, there is a knock on the door. You yell for them to come in and it's Orlando.
You sit up and run your hand through your hair.
"Um, hey."
"Just came to see you were alright."
"Um, yeah � just � tired, I guess."
He nods. "You left bloody quick last night."
You shrug, "Didn't think you'd notice." The words are a mumble.
"What?"
"Nothing."
You sit in awkward silence. Finally, Orlando shifts closer and says,
"Look, Lij, the bloke at the club -- it wasn't � it was to make you jealous, is all."
"Huh?"
By this point, you're really wishing you could form coherent sentences.
"S'true."
"Come on, Orli, cut the shit."
"I'm serious." And the dubious expression on your face falls when you see the honesty in his gaze.
"Um, why didn't-- er. How'd you know? Was it that obvious?"
"Nah, not to those not paying close attention."
"Which you clearly were, I take it."
He grins for the first time. "Yeah, I was. Am."
"So why the whole�?" You wave your hand in the air.
He shrugs. "Cowards way out? Beats me. Sorry Lij, I didn't mean for it to go this far � thought you'd just, whatever. The jealousy was kinda cute though."
You can't help but laugh at the stupidity of the both of you. "God, I'm such a fool." You bury your head in your hands and suddenly the right one is captured and when you lift your head you're eye level with him.
"Nah, you're not, little hobbit."
"Don't you get � tired of the whole hobbit/elf thing?"
"Sometimes, I dunno. But it's our job, ya know. It's what we're supposed to be during this time, we wake up each morning go to make up and become these characters as much as one *can* become a character. It's like, part of us, you know."
"I know, and most days I love it. But sometimes I just � I don't know."
"Sometimes you just wish you were a normal teen having a normal life?"
Your eyes widen in surprise, as well as delight that he knows you so well. You find yourself moving closer almost against your will.
"Yeah.." you whisper and suddenly his lips are on yours and your hands are around his neck. This is what you've wanted and the taste of him, feel of him, is better than you could have ever imagined. His arms are wrapped around you and his tongue has inched into your mouth. The action causes you to moan and soon you're kissing back, frantically, desperately as his mouth clings to you like parasite to its life force. You sigh and suck his tongue deep into your mouth. Suddenly you're pushed back onto the bed and he's on top of you. He nudges a leg between your thighs and you gasp as you feel the hardness of his cock pushing insistently against your groin. Your hands work their way across his upper back and then lower until they've cupped his ass. His mouth is hot on your neck; the wetness of his tongue makes you shiver and writhe. You gasp at the friction as he begins a slow grinding against you and buck up.
Just then you hear --
"Boys?" It's Ian and you whimper as Orlando moves off you and starts adjusting your clothing as best he can.
"Uh, yeah?" You manage to squeak and the door opens.
"Ah, Orlando. So you *are* here."
Before either of you can say a word, he continues on with a slight smirk on his face.
"We were just wondering if you'd like to join us for dinner, but I'll tell the rest you are otherwise occupied." Now the smirk is wider and you have no doubt that you've been found out.
"Uh, okay. Thanks, Ian."
"Yeah," Orlando echoes and with a "Have a nice night, boys," the door clicks shut.
Orli is up before you know it and he locks the door. You mentally congratulate his practicality.
He returns and kneels over you, legs on each side of your hips. He grins down at you and you grin back. Your mouths meet and he pulls at your sweater. He tosses it to the foot of the bed and you discard his. You work on each other's pants until you're only left in boxer shorts and socks. He moves down your chest and you stretch out knees locking as your arousal strains against the crisp cotton. He wastes no time though, worshiping your abdomen for a while with butterfly kisses and flicks of his tongue, until he strips you of the offending garment.
You arch your back as his mouth engulfs you, his tongue flicks expertly at the head; his mouth is insistent and unyielding as he descends on your flesh again and again. Pulling off he mouths the underside, licks up your length, and tongues your balls, until finally you're clawing at the bed sheets in a permanently arched position. But, he doesn't let you come, and suddenly he's off you and in the bathroom and returning with condoms and lube.
You love how aggressive he is. When he returns he's completely naked. He climbs on you and both rub against one another for a bit and kiss until he slips the tube into your hand.
"Get me ready."
Your cock jumps in excitement and all you can do is nod. He kneels over you while you coat your fingers. As you slip the first in you look at his face. His head is thrown back in a mixture of pain and ecstasy and it's the most beautiful thing -- not to mention arousing -- you've ever seen.
You slip another in and after a bit he tells you he's ready. You're about to move but he holds you down. Confused, you look up at him. He just shakes his head and strokes your arm. He's still over you and..
oh.
Ohhh.
He rolls the condom on you and you bite your lip. You want to last; you hope you'll last.
Slowly, ever so slowly, he's sinking down on you and your lip is bleeding and your hands are aching from gripping the bed sheets.
You're finally, finally, all the way inside him. He's sweating and his body is heaving; he looks gorgeous. He pulls you up and suddenly you're both inches apart, and he's snug between your thighs as he slowly begins to move.
You find your rhythm, meeting him on thrusts, as his hands grip your shoulders and your own find his cock and side of his hip. You stroke him in time with every thrust. He begins riding you harder, his hips frantically bouncing against your own, his head thrown back, and the column of his throat yours for the taking and so you do. You latch onto him and at that moment he screams your name and comes all over your hand and stomach.
You push him back onto the bed and swiftly lift his legs over yours and now you're fucking him in earnest and you can't stop.
"Jesus, Lij, oh jesus.."
You fuck him as hard as you can and he claws at your back and finally you come, collapsing on his body and kissing him everywhere your lips can touch.
The only sound for long minutes is that of your breathing. His arms hold you tight and you love the feel of him around you.
"Lij?"
"Yeah?"
"Where the fuck did that come from?"
You laugh. "Your guess is as good as mine."
He laughs and kisses your neck. "Bloody incrediable."
You smile and you know that you have to get rid of the condom, that you're still inside him and growing soft. Not to mention that you're on the wrong end of the bed. But at the moment you don't care.
As you lay there together, you begin dozing off. At one point you think you hear him whisper the word love.
