Virgin Territory(Author�s note: Denotes entries in Elijah's diary - denotes Elijah's thoughts - {denotes Dom�s thoughts})Part 10 - Love Is A Many Splintered Thing. "Sean, wait!", Elijah shouted across the distance between them Elijah had caught up with Sean, he'd run in the direction Sean had taken, which was into a small wooded area next to the set. Sean slowed down, and waited for Elijah to come nearer. Elijah saw the expression on Sean's face - it was... pained. Elijah put out his hand to his friend, but he just stood there, looking at Elijah, saying nothing. "Sean, what have I done wrong? If I hurt you in any way, I'm sorry..." His voice tailed off, as Sean met his gaze. "No, Lijah, you didn't do anything. You just are, that's all!" Elijah was puzzled. What did Sean mean by that? Had he missed something, here? Should he mention what Orli had said about Sean's feelings for Elijah? Maybe Orli and the rest were wrong! Maybe Sean loved him like a brother, still. He'd have to ask Orlando how many people were involved in the debate - he hated people fucking around with his life - it was his problem, after all - his and Dom's. "Can we sit down and talk, Sean? Will it help?" Sean shook his head. "No, it won't help - but I guess we can sit down. We can hear them calling us from here, if we're needed". Elijah studied the bole of a tree opposite him. Shit! This is hard! "Sean, I need to know what I've done, or as you put it, what I am - we've got quite bit of filming still to get through, here, and we can't be convincing on camera if we're not friends off camera, can we? Ok, we're both actors, and could get away with it - but the chemistry won't be there, will it?" Sean smiled, wryly. "Always said you were an old soul. How can you be so wise in some things, and so fucking naive in others? At the moment, Lij, our "on-camera chemistry" is not top of my agenda." Elijah waited. There was nothing to say, so he said nothing. Sean began to speak again. "I love my wife and daughter, Lijah, you know that. I'd do anything for them - but I have a problem I can't do anything to resolve." Elijah put his hand on Sean's arm. "Don't say that, Sean. Maybe I can help with it - we're buddies, right?" "Right." "So what's the problem, Sean?" "You are, Elijah. You are - and you know it, now, don't you?" Elijah nodded sadly. He shivered, even though it was a warm afternoon. Orli was right, after all. "I'm sorry, Sean! I love you, you know that, but..." Sean tried to smile at him, and failed. He put his head in his hands, and his elbows on his knees, and sat there, silently. "I know, Lij - I'm sorry, too." "Will it make a difference to us, Sean - to our friendship, that you..." "That I love you? Not if we don't let it, Lij - but sometimes, like the last couple of days, seeing you filled with so much joy that's generated by someone else...not me, is hard, bub. Very hard." "It's true I don't know much about love, but I have been around real life quite a bit, Sean - I know the score, being in the business, too. I may be naive, but I'm not stupid. I wanted things to continue the same as before, but I guess that's not possible, now - not that I know, and you know I know and...oh, fuck it, Sean - let's try. It can't hurt, can it?" "Yes, it can hurt, and it will hurt, but we can try. And I promise not to try to...importune you in any way. I hope you believe that, Lij." Elijah looked shocked. "Importune me, Seanie? God, you have more integrity in your thumb than many I know have in their entire body! Of course you won't "importune" me, you daft prick!" "Sean! Elijah! On set, please, in five!" a female voice called stridently over the speaker. Elijah leapt to his feet and grabbed Sean's hand. "Come on, Sam! Time to go!" "Right, Mr Frodo, sir!" replied Sean, getting up. "Off we go, then." Orli cast a furtive look in their direction as they came on set. He saw Sean's set expression, and Elijah's pensive one - but they seemed to be on friendly terms. {Things looked all right, for now! Let's hope they stay that way}, he thought. The day seemed to go well, from Elijah's point of view, and, after shooting finished for the day, he went home, happily awaiting his beloved Dom's appearance. *** It's been weeks, now, since Dom and I discovered each other - shit! I sound like a trashy article from a woman's magazine - "How to Discover Your Soulmate." Well, I did discover him, and I'm not embarrassed about it. I love him to bits! How cool is that? God, some of the fans would have kittens. Especially my teeny boppers, bless them all! They don't expect me to have a sex life of any description, let alone to have Dom. Good thing we've decided to keep the lid on it. Of course, the Fellowship know - but not one of them would sneak on a brother. "Bad form", as Ian M. would say! Orli still feels guilty about the Sean thing, too - but it wasn't his fault, was it? Dom and I spoke about it, and we decided to let sleeping dogs lie - not that Sean is a dog, but metaphor, or is it simile? - fuck it! - is useful in these cases. Time will tell. Am really looking forward to tonight. I haven't seen much of Dom, as he's been up a fucking tree with William for bloody weeks, it seems. And I've been scrabbling about over rocks and cliffs with Sean, wearing holes in the knees of my pants, and getting to know Andy really well. Another mad Brit! God, where do they find them? Crazy - but good fun. I felt really hot thinking about Sblom last night, in my lonely little bed, but decided to save myself - god! - schoolgirl virgin! - for him, tonight. I kept my hands - and my mouth - shit!...what a discovery! - to myself. I come harder when I do this - wait, I mean - so continence pays off. No wanking - come like a steam train... whoosh! I love the way my dick throbs after he's sucked it for half an hour. He makes it last - sadist! Oooh! Only two hours to go until lift off. I hope, I really fucking hope he wants me as much as I want him. We'll see! He said, on the phone, last night - our cell bills will be astronomical - that he had something special for me, tonight! He wouldn't say what, except it was all practise for me, and did I want to please him, or not? Of course I fucking do! - pleasing him is just as good as coming myself. Shit! I'm going to have a shower before he arrives - a cold one, I think. |